Thursday, January 22, 2009
I don't usually Write About...
I don't usually write about the crime here mostly for the sake of our families. No one can deny that crime happens no matter where you are but on the same token we can not deny that crime happens in New Orleans more than it happens in most of the other cities in the country and in some years the world. Yes, we are aware of the crime but for the most part we just go about our daily lives here.
On Saturday night someone we know was murdered. Every time someone dies there is usually a make shift memorial that just springs up at the site of the crime or in front of the persons home. Much like the crosses and wreaths you see on the side of the highway designating the location of a car crash the only difference is these are on sidewalks where you walk by and can actually smell the scent from the candles and flowers and read the sentiments left by the people who are saying goodbye. It is much more powerful than catching a glimpse of a dusty wreath while racing past it on the interstate. Yesterday I took out the crayons and Chance drew a picture for Miss Wendy then we took it to her memorial. He was very interested in the whole process and was very good as we looked at all the flowers, cards and candles people had left. I wrote more about it on Metroblogging which you can find here.
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Rayna, I just finished reading your post on your Metro blog in relation to this post. I'm so so sorry! It makes me so mad to hear of something so senseless could happen to innocent people! It's a sad world we live in. It's scary to think that for the most part things, instead of getting better, are getting worse. I just pray that by the time our children are grown that things will have changed. Take care, my friend.
Rayna, I am so sorry to hear about Wendy. Working where I do my life revolves around crime. I almost become immune to the continuous burglaries and homicides but when it is someone you know it effects you in a completely different way. Many times we separate ourselves from the people and think of them as numbers or gang members or drug dealers that were just a statistic waiting to happen but when someone innocent dies nothing anyone says can make it make sense. Again, I am so sorry to hear of this loss.
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