Sometimes . . .

Sometimes stuff saddens me.
Today I searched for information from our region about International Day of Elimination of Violence Against Women. I mulled what to post, what not to post. Sigh . . .
Sometimes you just don't feel like posting anything.
Sometimes sad news comes, like this afternoon, when Patty informed us that Abraham Lincoln was taken to the hospital with a collapsed lung. Abe, the Ohio blogging friend and mentor of all, the no-holds-barred commenter, hardly able to breathe? Such shock, as if he were kith and kin.
Then I did in fact recall the long-suppressed childhood memories of my mother with her collapsed lung struggling for enough air, opening the back door of our Chicago apartment, hoping the freezing wind would give her one good deep breath.
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So friends, when we look up at the sky and breathe in the sky-air deeply and easily, let us give thanks and not take it for granted.
Be well, Abraham. You have so many friends out here.
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Other, hopefully more cheerful words and photos for letter S are over at ABC Wednesday.