While everyone was working on the ranch, I snuck away and quietly made my way up creek. The news out of Texas was hard to swallow and I just needed to get away and reflect. As a father myself, I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the emotions. There are no words to describe how ill I feel about the horrific incident. Had it happened to one of my children, I’m not sure I could live with it. I truly am stricken with grief.
I made my way to a lone abandoned cabin sitting along the bank of the creek. There I sat with my thoughts. I don’t know how much time elapsed, but I can tell you I couldn’t make heads or tails of my thoughts as each thought collided with my emotions. Even now, a full twenty-four hours later, I’m still in a state of disbelief.
I slowly made my way back to the working trucks while trying to retain my composure. I don’t know, going back and seeing others act as if nothing happened seems unnatural, but I also understand life does not stop and there is still a job to do. The best I can do at this point is do my job while keeping those affected in my thoughts.
What now? what’s going to happen next? Well, it’s already happening, and the dust hasn’t even settled yet, an opportunity for the left and right to come out of their corners and melee.
For my part, I’ll pray for the friends and families of those affected that they may find peace and strength in this trying time. I pray their pain and suffering is soon abated and they can return to some sense of normalcy.
