It makes me nervous when people I know start dying. One’s
bad enough, but so far today the count is three. The blues legend BB King who
lived a long life, but will be missed by generations. Mark Johnson IIII, one of
the marines that went down with the helicopter in Nepal, married to a distant cousin
(of mine) with two little children, ages four and eighteen months. Now Elaine
Dwyer, a sweet lady from my church.*
This engenders a streak of unease that runs through me like a snake exploring dark, tortuous tunnels and now that it’s exposed to the light, guilt creeps in for just feeling uneasy when the families must truly be suffering.
Clouds crowd together overhead as the wind blows past, impotent to make it rain. I want it to. I need it to, as much as the near-parched land. But it doesn’t.
This engenders a streak of unease that runs through me like a snake exploring dark, tortuous tunnels and now that it’s exposed to the light, guilt creeps in for just feeling uneasy when the families must truly be suffering.
Clouds crowd together overhead as the wind blows past, impotent to make it rain. I want it to. I need it to, as much as the near-parched land. But it doesn’t.
~ Olivia J. Herrell
* Plus the eighty-five hundred dead and three thousand injured in the Nepalese quakes.
BB King (and guests) performing "You'll Miss Me When I'm Gone". Yes, BB, we sure will!
BB King (and guests) performing "You'll Miss Me When I'm Gone". Yes, BB, we sure will!
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