This morning I ran down to get a snack at the little lunch counter that’s in the building where I work. On the front of the deli case was taped the picture of this young man along with a printout of this story. I was wondering why, and unfortunately, would soon find out. I read the story and didn’t recognize any of the names mentioned in it.
From the somber look of the face of young gal working today, I knew it was bad.
The other lady that works here?
Yes. It was her son.
I didn’t know her name. I didn’t put it all together.
His mom, Paula, should have been behind the counter working this morning. Instead she is planning a funeral.
I looked at the young gal working. I talk to her often. She’s a delightful young lady who is an extremely talented artist. She’s planning on attending a local university in the fall to further hone her drawing and painting skills.
And you? I asked her.
Her name is Daisy.
AMDG
So sad. :(
ReplyDeleteWill keep this family in my prayers.
And Daisy is blessed to have someone who cared to ask her name today.
No words. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteIt is a tragedy. What a great kid!
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