When something tragic happens, I curse those who appear to be carefree. I want to scream, "Don't you know what happened!?" Of course, they don't know. And, if they did, they probably wouldn't care like we do. How dare they? I loathe their joy.
I vow never to take for granted the beauty of a crying baby. A piercing cry is a sign of breath. A breath that calls for rejoicing. Their tiny tears should spur our own tears.
Perhaps this isn't the place for this. If not here, where? When I was a child, I hoped that my journal would write back to me. Blogging is like that. A journal with an audience. It seems more productive than journaling.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Too sacred to post?
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4 comments:
hey sherry....i'll write back to you and tell you how much i love you.
btw...i posted finally...more to come
Sherry, I thought you had d/c'd your blogging, so I hadn't looked. I am so excited you're back. I love reading your thoughts. It is amazing to me that people make it through life without emotion. Our world is so full of hurt and disappointment that I think it is easier for people to not care.
Hey Sherry. I would say "no" to your post's question. I appreciate that someone cares enough and aches enough with us to post some words. We are looking forward to seeing you on Wednesday. you are a good friend.
Thanks, Mark.
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