Today at church we honored those who lost their lives one week ago in Orlando. Andrea's music rang out through the rustle of the trees and somehow my voice could be heard reading each of their names:
Juan.
Eric.
Brenda.
Geraldo.
Luis.
Franky.
All 49 names.
Somehow I heard my own voice rolling my R's and speaking over the rustle - knowing I had to keep going even though inside I was weeping for their mothers, crying for their fathers, tears falling for those who loved them.
Today I made iced tea with black tea and lemons and ice and stevia.
As I did, I felt deeply grateful for my father, the father of my children, and for this opportunity I am being given as gift to embrace life and thrive in my body.
Love is love is love is love is love.
Life is a gift and all we can do is be grateful and seek to love God and, the harder part, our neighbor.
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