Sometimes….

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There are “mass” killings at train stations in China this week (30 at one…5 at the one we were at only 4 weeks ago). Understand guns are not allowed..these killings took place with knives.
I talked to my kids there & they said the climate has changed again for Americans (thanks to our over site of not offering our sympathies over the tragedy, the the situation in the Ukraine). They are to “be extra careful” …to not pronounce they are Americans this week…
A couple of weeks ago, there was a shooting at the apartment building my daughter lives at in Oklahoma. Everyone we personally know was fine…
Friends have tragically lost loved ones this last week.
I sit in my local Thai place, sipping Aloe, a taste I acquired on our recent China trip. Quiet, except for the radio and the Thai cook who is singing Motown in the kitchen…a thousand things swirling in my head, the most pronounced loving my kids who are so far from home… Making plans for their return to the home hearth this summer via texts, pictures and stories.

Sometimes…sometimes my heart hurts and I’d trade quite a lot to be sitting in a noisy McDonald’s play land, eating crappy food, just to have them all running around me chaotically, crying and laughing and eating more ketchup than is healthy for any human to consume.

I know they’re going to be OK.

But sometimes…

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  1. It was easier back then, when they were little. Except I didn’t know it. My oldest wants to get an apartment instead of moving back home for the summer. My heart hurts too. I’m right there with ya, sister. (And will be right there in the Thai place too, eh?)

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