As mentioned before, our family has been on the receiving end of a crime.
What is particularly excruciating is that we're not safe until the perpetrator is behind bars.
It is interesting to know now what it's like to live with founded daily fear.
And to be powerless.
It lends perspective for us in regards to others, also in suffering for various reasons, around the globe.
Meanwhile, allow me to rant about Love. It sustains us.
Love is less pastels and Victorian romances (I am an ardent Jane Austen fan).
Love is not poetry.
Love is not always soft.
Love is Fierce.
Love does not tuck tail and run on the Day of Trouble.
Love bears terrible defeat, dusts itself off, and lives to protect the Object of Love another day.
When the dust..the smoke clears..Love is there. It was there all along; it never left.
Love is steadfastly standing by and with. Even though this is not the Life Anyone dreamed of.
Love sustains the Others. At great personal cost.
Love looks Evil in the eye, though Heart trembles in fear. Love looks Evil in the eye and says "I'll not rest until Child is safe. And you're behind bars."
Love picks up the Pieces. Every-D*mn-Day. Hand-in-hand.