Monday, January 27, 2020


I've seen almost every episode of Law'n Order aired before 2011; I knew what was coming when I stopped in front of the television.  I don't know why I stayed, why I watched, but I did. 

A perfectly lovely moment doing just what they should have been doing became a woman cradling a shot and dying loved one's head and saying exactly. what. I. said. to Christina-Taylor.

I knew it was coming;  I didn't know it would leave me sobbing.  But there I was,  hanging onto to TBG, having all the feelings that are usually locked up in a box in my head pouring out of my eyes onto the front of his sweatshirt.

I was fine once the feelings were aired out and wiped off and the lip replaced, gently, on the box. 

And then, today, Kobe Bryant and his 13 year old daughter died. 

The lid is going to need a new latch pretty soon.


  1. Three young girls died, with their fathers, mothers, or both, along with their coach and the pilot. All of these deaths were tragic.

    1. Yes. It was his daughter who did me in. The news just got worse as the day went on; I wrote this when I first heard, and the news was reporting only the Bryants as casualties.

      Tomorrow's post is a better response than this brief one.


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