6/8/20

Well the consistent blogging was interrupted by events so much more important than my expressing my thoughts on a blogpost.

First, understanding my 15 year old son is struggling with depression and asking us for help.

Second, the murder of Mr. George Floyd by a Minneapolis police officer and his shocking, callous, and haunting death captured on a cell phone.

Third, the burning and destroying of our city by protesters who need their voices to be heard in the senseless killings of black men and women at the hands of those who are supposed to serve and protect.

It has really been more than I have been able to process at one time. Add to it the pandemic and it is crushing to the soul and sometimes hard to find hope for what lies ahead. So many discussions regarding racism, white privilege, justice, humanity, sadness, fear, questioning, compassion, confusion, utter disbelief in leadership at the federal level, hope in the leadership at the state level, a mind spinning faster than I have been able to keep up with.

Depression in my son has triggered something big in my heart and mind because of the history I have with a mother who is bi-polar. I pray to God that he is spared the curse of this disorder. It is an ugly condition for a family to have to face.