A special shout out to Britta’s gang and Ashley.

Truly, folks can never really truly know how much their words, their actions, may mean to others. Especially, to folks clear round the world, across the way, next to the pond, down the street, just up the way.

I have to admit I had been….I have no idea what I have been since learning of the 10 lives senselessly taken. What’s more, I have had no idea what to do with myself due to all the other lives, here recently, that have been taken simply because folks have been black, Asian, Taiwanese and so many other ethnicities in this past little while.

Gunned down in church, put to death in a grocery store. Murdered while getting a massage or giving one. Snuffed out, while living as a person of color.

If you are reading this, and are of a persuasion other than a person of color, I thank you. I have no idea how you must feel with folks, who look like you, who are running around senselessly getting rid of folks who look like me. I can’t imagine how that must feel. I wonder, if you are sad/mad or ten million other things I currently feel. I wonder if you ever take a moment, or two, to try and imagine what it may feel like not being about to feel safe anywhere you go, even in your own home, simply because you don’t look like me.

So, you can imagine, these days have been tough. So much so, I put the pen down. I told God what on earth can I possibly say/do that would or will do any good. I almost didn’t post the other day. Something inside, though, just would not stop crying out for me to say something. SOMETHING.

After I wrote, feeling helpless, I pressed post and….

Being honest, I called my twin and told her I just did not know what to do or how to feel and the world would just have to kick rocks and take care of things without me.

Little did I know, Britta and her gang and Ashley would do just that., for me. I had turned out all the lights, turned off the tv, turned off all music and just….just….just….hurt.

I turned off my phone and just….just…just hurt.

I almost left my phone off. Something made me turn it back on. Think it may have been Yikes! or Egads! Checked my email and saw notices from folks I had never heard of.

What the world???!

I admit it. I cried. Like a big old baby. Called my wombie and cried some more. Crying still, if truth be told.

Yet, because of those who cared enough, across the sea, just down the way, reached out and let this person of color know that I was cared for just….just….just no words.

I thank you.

I shall continue to fight and try and say and live and love and do my utmost not to be afraid of folks who don’t look like me.

I share theser things so that maybe someone else will, some others, will. The ONLY way we will make it through this life in one piece is together.

I just wanted to say thank you, to every word, thought, prayer sent up and said for folks who don’t look like you to help folks who look like me.

My heart just has not known what to do, what to feel, where to go. Not, anymore. These days, have me shaken, and stirred. Not sure what to do with me.

I just thank all who cared, who SHOWED care. We need to see it, we need to feel it, we need to KNOW it.

I am just….just…

at a loss still,

Cassandra SHAKEN AND STIRRED

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