A friend was murdered on the 4th of January in New Orleans. She and her husband and two year old child had evacuated here after Katrina destroyed their home. Just last August they'd moved back, and life must have seemed finally to be back in order. So much hard work, so much love and talent, all taken away in the time it takes to answer the front door on a Thursday morning. I want her husband not to hurt. I want her baby not to cry, wondering where his mother is. It's so hard to believe that the last time I saw her, maybe a month ago, was the last time I would ever see her again. This just sucks. I can't think of anything more profound to say than that-it just plain sucks.
8:15 p.m. - 2007-01-15
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