There is so much pain in the world.
On Monday my mind clouded, thinking about the knock.
The knock that every military family dreads.
Their serviceman or servicewoman wasn’t coming home.
Within the minute it takes them to answer the door, their life will never be the same.
Then, on the same day, George Floyd’s last pleading words are caught on video as he was murdered.
Some of his last words were very similar to Rory’s last words.
I’ve thought a lot about George’s family.
Their haunting minutes, the ones that forever changed their lives, are viral for everyone to see.
Their pain is everywhere.
George was a father. Son. Brother. Friend.
I mourn with them.
And I’m listening.
Not only to their pain but to those that share their same fear. That because of the color of their skin their loved one might not come home safely.
I hear you.
I love you.