It has been a strange feeling for me since I learned about Friday’s tragedy in Paris. This past end of June into July my mom, aunt and middle son went with the Marching Band over to Europe. At the end of the trip they were in Paris.
I know logically they are here, not harmed, and yet at odd moments I am brought to tears over Friday.
So many still looking for loved ones. So many lost and gone. So many affected in one way or another.
My heart and mind isn’t only praying for Paris right now but the world.
