Showing posts from June, 2016

The Frailty of Life

This past week has been one of facing the frailty of life.  I have not been able to get it out of my mind.  The massacre in Orlando left us all feeling alarmed about how quickly life can be snuffed out. Orlando was hit hard by this tragedy along with the deaths of Christina Grimmie, the young singer from the Voice, and Lane Graves, the toddler taken by the alligator. My daughter, Megan, turned 30 last week, and I’ve had to watch her deal with too many deaths of friends in her young life.  The Pulse massacre hit too close to home for her.  She and her husband lived a block away from Pulse at one time, and it was difficult for them to watch the news in their old neighborhood.  They were very familiar with Pulse and visited occasionally. The day after Megan’s birthday, she and Ben headed out on a road trip to New York.  On their way to their first stop in Savannah, they witnessed an accident and stopped to help.  Ben pulled a woman out of her car that had flipped numerous times,