
Sometimes it takes something big to you realize that it could be worse. So much worse.
Remember these girls tonight.
Thank you.
Remember these girls tonight.
Thank you.
When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.
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Oh my goodness, that's beyond heartbreaking. Those poor, poor parents. Sometimes I will admit that I didn't have the responsibility of being a mom--not that I don't love Maren, just sometimes I wish for freedom as I'm changing a poopy diaper for the 20th time that day. But then I think about this situation, and how if I ever lost her, I don't know how I could even continue on. My prayers for those sweet girls and their dear parents. :(
ReplyDeleteMy uncle was a fireman and my best friends brother is a fireman. It is something that NEVER leaves them when they were not able to save a child.
ReplyDeleteThere is a memorial in front of my ds's school from a young man that was killed in a house fire several yrs ago. I remember him from a p.e. class I taught in and he was the one the coaches always expected to do great things.
It is tragic and sad and my thoughts will be with this family.
What a heartbreaking tragedy, their poor family must be beside themselves. I will keep the family and your whole area in my thoughts as this is such a hard time.
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