RIP

Dahey lost a relative this week. It was one we never actually met.

R. was from the old sod, a place from which Dahey's ancestor had escaped (and occasionally returned) a long while ago. We met him through Facebook. One of his cousins actually met R. last year with her family. It was fun to see some of the family resemblance.

We knew he was a relative once we saw his photo, because he was a doppleganger for Dahey's uncle (so much so, it would have been fun to have a photo with the two of them in it). Dahey's dear departed uncle was one of those folks who traveled a lot and looked for his surname in the phone books wherever he went.

I'd suspect that's how he'd found cousin R.

An Irish blessing

May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.

Until we all meet again...

I look on

This Friday the 13th is definitely memorable. I got home, plopped down on the couch for a few moments and then I saw it. Another group of terrorists attacked a large city and mercilessly murdered people just enjoying the beginning of their weekend. People having a drink, enjoying a soccer game, eating some food.

Later, I found out a nurse who worked with one of my classmates overseas, a father, an all around good guy, was also killed by terrorists recently, in another large city.

It just makes me wonder why people say, "They were killed because..." I think of my own "becauses": woman, white, wrong neighborhood, wrong car, wrong hair color, too much money (or sometimes not enough). I feel vulnerable.

The rationale doesn't make sense anymore. Evil and defense are uncomfortably overlapping with lives of people not bothering anyone, just trying to live, make a living and exist.

I pray for peace, because that's the most basic thing we are sorely lacking. A little extra insight for everyone wouldn't hurt, either.

Peace to you all, and may you live (safely) wherever you dare go.

God bless us everyone.

A mes amis en France: je t'aime tous.