Searching for light…
In 7 days, I’m getting married. Next week this time, I’ll be decorating for a small backyard ceremony with the theme of “When life gives you lemons…” This isn’t the wedding we planned, but our love is strong even if the world isn’t right now.
The closer we get to the day, the deeper our conversation get. Unfortunately, these conversations aren’t limited to talks about rings or catering. We’re talking about getting tested for Covid19, and if our city is going to be under curfew. Again.
A black man was killed at my Wendy’s a few nights ago. It’s my Wendy’s because it’s the one closest to my house. I can get there in less than 5 minutes. I recently cancelled Wendy’s because of their support to Trump, and it still felt some kind of betrayal.
I live in a black neighborhood. When I look out the window, I’m surprised to see white people walking on the streets. It happens more now because gentrification is real, but it still catches me off guard.
A black man was shot in the back as he ran away from a white police officer. This happened around the corner from me. I could’ve been there satisfying my frosty craving. I could’ve been there.
Where am I safe?
I’m getting married next week. I feel this mixture of happiness, unrest and sadness. I wish all I felt was the stress of planning.
I wish the world wasn’t sick right now. Not sick with the coronavirus, not sick with racism…
And if you look like me, both are dangerous.
Congratulations! I am so happy for you!
Thank you!
Ohhh, Puppy, I insist on being happy for you in spite of the constant horrors! I’m glad you won’t let them steal your happiness and are making this happen anyway.
So much love for you! ❤️❤️❤️ (One for Clever)
Love you!
First, congratulations. News of a wedding makes me happy no matter how big, no matter who. Secondly, I don’t live too terribly far from you. I live outside of Atlanta. I heard about the shooting and immediately thought “Tell me this didn’t happen again.” It did. I watched on live tv as a small fire started inside the Wendy’s drive through. Then watched as all of Wendy’s went up in flames. Turns out a white woman started it. I’m embarrassed to be white right now. I fear Covid but not as much as black people probably do. I might be gay but I don’t ever fear for my life when shopping, running, walking, sleeping or if I’m pulled over by cops. That’s my privilege. I’m angered when people who look like me deny that racially motivated police brutality is a thing. I’m livid when people blindly support all cops when there is yet another black person killed. Will it ever get better? Damn, I hope so. Until then, feel what you feel but try to set aside this time to focus on you and yours. This week should be one of the happiest times of your life. I’m sorry for all the things getting in the way of that. I pray you can put them on pause, if only for a moment.
Hey there! Nice to see you! Yes, I’m working really hard to focus on the happiness. It’s hard though.
The appearance of your blogs in my inbox makes me happy. When big horrors happen continuously, it’s the little things that count. Side 📝, one should replace periods with 🌻 🌻🌻🌻🌻
Thanks, Claudia!