And so it's Valentine's Day. A day we think of with fondness, hearts, flowers, chocolates, and above all LOVE.
Sadly, not all love stories have happy endings.
Last week a divorcing couple in our area had one argument too many that ended with two shotgun blasts.
That was last Wednesday. The names were withheld pending the notification of relatives.
So it wasn't until Saturday afternoon, when I finally had a look at the morning paper, that I discovered who one of the victims was. The woman at my dentist's office who scheduled all my appointments. Seeing her picture in the paper really threw me. Accounts of murder become doubly chilling when it's someone you actually know.
Okay, I did not know this woman personally. But I knew her--I spoke to her on at least six occasions. She was there every time I went to the dentist for this entire ordeal of getting dental implants. She won't be there when I go next Monday.
How terrible for her family. How terrible for her friends. How terrible for her co-workers.
And here it is Valentine's Day. A day of love and this poor woman is being buried.
Oddly enough, it makes me appreciate the day even more. Don't forget to tell someone you love that you love them. I know I will.