I’m so white…

…that I forget to lock the door behind me when I get home. Last night I did it again, and to be honest, I was quite surprised at myself, considering what I found out about earlier in the day.

What’s that? Well…

I checked Facebook when I got to work and saw a status from my mother talking about how a longtime family friend back in the old hometown was an inspiration from the day they met and that her heart was broken. So I called a little bit later — and come to find out, this old friend was found shot to death in her home early Wednesday morning. As far as anyone knows at this point, it was domestic violence. She was a really nice lady, who left behind five kids and an untold number of friends. The whole thing left me rather shaken, to the point that I almost called Sabra to tell her to make sure the gun was loaded — even though this happened 450 miles away.

And it made me wonder what the hell went on in the days and weeks leading up to that. Is that sort of thing predictable? Does it happen right out of the blue? I would really think human instinct would allow one to pick up on that sort of thing. I don’t know, I just don’t know…



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