homicide
double homicide
matricide
patricide
never thought those words would be swirling around in my head in conjunction with my little Deep South hometown
Eclectic, Alabama - population as of the last census, 1001.
2 of those people are my parents, on Main Street.
another 2 are my faux parents, over on Ellis-Lazenby.
another 4 are my favorite friend (honorary brother) and his family, on Fleahop.
at least a hundred of those people are my dearly loved ones.
at least another couple hundred are people I know and care about the well-being of, am friends with on Facebook and Instagram, Pinterest and Twitter, say nice things to about their kids, their pets, their birthdays, their anniversaries, their new business ventures, their new cars, their new homes, the passing of their parents or grandparents, their selfies, their new jobs, their divorces, their job losses, their car accidents, their second marriages, their miscarriages, their favorite new novels, the flowers their husbands brought them, the hail damage to their garage, and on
and on
and on
the Internet has made it possible to remain "friends" with our loved ones who are far away, without having to hand write letters to hundreds of people, print and mail pictures of our homes and dogs and children and new hairdos all over the world, thank goodness.
we graduated high school with you, or we were in kindergarten with you - maybe you were our VERY FIRST best friend (looking at you Jennifer B!) or our college roomie for just one year (love you Tiff!), or we baby-sat you 20 years ago and now YOU have babies (owch, Osgoode girls)...
or we were next door neighbors at one point in time, or you are our mom's life-long best friend and we like to keep up with what you and our honorary cousins are doing these days, or you're our ACTUAL cousin but you live on the other side of the planet because you're in the military now.
whomever you are, we care. and the constant ..."contact"...means we care more than people might realize.
my high school friend April - not even 2 weeks ago as I'm typing this ridiculously difficult ...thing...
was shot in the head and killed.
so was her husband, Mike.