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Love and gratitude

A bumpy start to Christmas Eve and an incredibly crooked railway of emotions.
Started the day with wishing Kevin a safe ride as he headed out on his bike. Moments later, the screaming sirens jolted me from bed (waaaay too close for comfort). Out the door in my sweats to clear my mind of the unthinkable fear that those sirens were too close to home. As I got to the end of the street and a flood of police cars filled the intersection, I was relieved to realize the screeching of tires and screaming of sirens were not for him. Perhaps my heart sat a little stiller into my chest. However that stillness dissipated quickly as it appeared the police cars were arriving in front of my neighbors home (a Palm Desert Police officer). No dear God, please.

It wasn’t until later in the day we were informed that the swarm of police were in response to the arrest warrant for a different neighbor who allegedly beat his girlfriend, my son’s teacher, to death. No! in our quiet neighborhood? A woman who was adored and respected by her students and peers? At Christmas time? So incomprehensible.

Please, all of you, despite any shortcomings or disagreements or differences, give thanks for those around you. Give thanks for the moments spent together.

Sadly, we never know if these may be our last. With a deep heart for the family of Ms Grant, her students and all those missing loved ones this holiday season and with incredible gratitude for those who surround me and my family with love, please embrace these moments. And spread the love.

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About TheSheriW

Since a very young age, I have always been drawn to writing. Be it poems, short stories, plots or characterizations I found a great release, and at the same time, great energy in putting thoughts down on paper. Throughout my life I've experienced a roller-coaster of emotions, many which I've kept hidden beneath the surface. Writing allows me to identify, accept, release or embrace those feelings. Life, death, pain, elation, fulfillment, fear. I've traveled down each of these roads over and over again. If my lyrics can convey to even one other person that they aren't traveling alone, I've done my work. Words are the medium that paint the pictures I see in my imagination.

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