This blog has been silent and the truth is so have I. Over the past summer, our family suffered the tragic loss of our fearless leader…my dad. While we as children all know that we will someday lose our parents, its worse when it comes in a violent inhumane way such as murder. During the time shortly thereafter his Facebook and our Facebook pages begin to fill up with condolences and memories which were expected since he was a minister and an unselfish man. I shared every one of them on my page, but couldn’t write one of my own to express any emotions that I was feeling; minus the angry tweet to the Kansas City chief of police on which I still stand my ground that a family should be notified before anything is posted on twitter. Our mom wanted people’s memories to be shared at the services, but I couldn’t bring myself to put anything down on paper. While everyone else stepped up to the plate I struggled with words…any words. My words that my husband has often referred to as pretty and elegant were laced with hate and bitterness. I think everyone the day of the funeral waited for those words, maybe even needed them, but they like my father were an absence that echoed through the building.
― C.K. Webb