Close to Nowhere
I took my youngest granddaughter Remy birthday shopping Friday. She and husband Mitch live in Oxford. I picked her up and the first thing we did was go get her hair cut. Then we went to lunch and then off to the stores.
It was the first time I’ve been out and about since I first got sick, nearly a year ago. And we had a great time.
Then came the weekend and a mass shooting at Walmart in El Paso, Texas. Apparently a terrorist attack, at last count 21 people were dead and 25 injured. Coming just days after the Southaven Walmart shooting (which according to the news reports was a revenge murder and not really a mass shooting), it was a shock.
And the next morning I woke up to the news of the Dayton, Ohio, mass shooting. Nine people were killed and 27 people wounded.
I have to wonder why. I don’t care for guns, but the late Pop had a bunch of rifles, shotguns and handguns (I’ve given them to friends and family, as I don’t like guns). Pop belonged to the NRA.
He never went on a massshooting spree. None of his friends who all have large amounts of guns have ever gone on a mass shooting spree either.
Maybe the availability of guns to someone who’s not quite stable has something to do with it? Although, I really don’t think there’s a common denominator.
I do know I’m praying for the entire world.