Absence

I don't have a large following, I don't post often and even though the sky's the limit I usually don't post anything of consequence here on my blog. My meager posts have contained a few reviews and rants, pictures and a few other odds and ends..So I am thankful for all of you who have followed my blog and taken the time to read what I've written.

 I've been MIA for the past 5 months and was told recently that I, excuse my language, needed to get off my ass and DO something..To be honest its been tough, to get up off the couch and do ANYTHING. Chores have gone undone, my poor little bean runs around in her diaper all day and I stare at the useless ramblings of former friends on facebook.

March 27th started out the same as any other day here in at the DeWitt house. It was a clear day and HOT. Knowing myself as well as I do I'd say its a safe bet that little bean and I slept until probably 11-12 and then got up to start our day. Breakfast and then cartoons for little bean and meaningless wanderings around the house for me.

 I talked to my Mama, chased after the little bean and called my oldest brother to chat. James couldn't talk but said he'd call me back after awhile. This was acceptable because that was James, always on his phone but never able to talk. More of a teenage girl than his 15 year old.

 It was late afternoon when I went out back on our porch to take a phone call and noticed the presence of a news helicopter not far from being right on top of us. As I continued to talk I wondered to myself what the reason for it was and even after going inside remarked to my Mama about how odd it was that it hadn't moved from its location since my phone call.

 It was soon after that that we received a call from my youngest brother, who'd been working out of town that weekend. All hell broke loose.

His phone call reported that my oldest brother, James, had been shot. My Mama and I had no idea what to think or what to do. We hadn't heard a word from anyone at that point that something was amiss in our lives but shortly after the call came we heard tires in the driveway and the arrival of our closest friend who lived on the next road away confirmed the news.

James had been shot and killed just a few streets away from us by a man he'd been friends with for his entire life. We don't know yet what prompted this man to pull the trigger but we do know the agony we've endured these past 5 months in the wake of James' death.

I don't know how many people are going to read this but again, I just wanted to post an offering of explanation to those who MIGHT still be following and hopefully get the ball rolling again.




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