Good evening Zombies,
I don't feel like blogging about beauty tonight because I sit here in tears. Our community and state has been rocked to it's core this past week. I'm hoping by blogging about what's on my mind that it can help me feel better. I hope this not to be a depressing post, but a post to heighten awareness on two separate and totally unrelated issues- all leading to one final outcome.
On Monday of this week a lone gunman walked up to his ex-girlfriend and mother of his children while she took a break outside of her work and shot her point blank in the chest injuring her critically. He also shot the friend and coworker she was sitting with numerous times, killing her. He proceeded to shoot the window out of one side of the building and made his way down hallways, shooting while he walked, killing 1 other person and then himself. He injured 4 others on his rampage. A total of 25 shot were fired, and he reloaded the gun before walking in the building. As of right now, they say this was a domestic abuse/custody battle over two five year old twin boys. This man was not the typical "monster killer" type. According to neighbors and former coworkers, he was a hard worker, he was two courses away from a Masters degree, a good father, and was always calm and quiet. The ex girlfriend (who survived luckily for her children) did speak with coworkers about being afraid of this man. But as of Monday, she apparently had not voiced this loud enough. As with millions of women not just in America, but everywhere, domestic violence is a real and dangerous thing and many women are afraid for their lives, they just don't know how to say it or who to tell. They are trapped or feel guilty, in love, obligated, manipulated, whatever the case, they fear for themselves. If you know someone who is in a violent relationship, PLEASE help this person, please talk with her (or him) about getting help, or seeking counseling. I've been in an abusive relationship and though dreadfully hard to get out of and move away from, I did succeed and my life is 100% better for doing so.
Now flash forward to today, 2 days after the terrible EmCore tragedy. While our community is catching it's breath from those events, we hear on the news this afternoon that a mother left her 2 year old daughter locked in a van for 2 1/2 hours while she and her 4 year old child went to a meeting inside a building. The baby was left in the car from 9:30 am to 12:15 pm. The van was not running and it was approaching 100+ degree weather. All the windows were up. This baby is now gone. forever. :( This story rips my heart completely out and I'm so very upset over this. There are just so many fucking things wrong with this that I don't even know where to begin. What would compel a mother to leave her CHILD, wait. rewind her BABY in a car for 2 minutes alone, let alone 2 hours in the scorching heat? I can't even get into what I'm really feeling about this, because I'd lose tons of readers. Let's just say if I had seen this women in the parking lot of that building, I would have been hauled off to jail. I am SO sick of people abusing children..and it's only getting worse. If you can not care for your child, seek help, drop them off a fucking police station. Do something! But do not take the life of an innocent child! I can plead, I know. I can cry, I know. I know it doesn't change anything that's happened, it doesn't magically "make" people better parents. All I can do is squeeze my children tight and hope I raise them to squeeze their children tight, with love.
I'm sorry if this post is down tonight. I am just sick over this whole week and I'm looking forward to the weekend already. Too bad I'm not expecting any fun packages with sparkley eyeshadow this week to lift my spirits. LOL!!
Those of your with a spouse, significant other, someone you love, go give that person a kiss and tell them you love them with all of your heart. Those with children do the same. Life is short people, let's live it as best as we can. Hold your loved ones tight because who knows what tomorrow may bring.