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.