My Timeline, it breaks my heart.
Lately when I log onto Facebook and scroll through, all I see is heartbreak and sadness. From the killing of Blake Snyder (St. Louis County Officer), to a little girl who should not have become still born named Vylette.
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It breaks my heart seeing all these people dead. It breaks my heart knowing their families will be grieving for a very long time. A little boy won’t grow up with his father and another baby won’t grow up without her mother. As well as a little girl won’t get to grow up at all, her mother will never have seen her breath on her own and grow, she will never get to hear her cry or see her eyes. She will never get to be up every three hours to feed and change her daughter. She won’t get those stressful nights and beautifully cranky mornings. She will never see her laugh and giggle, roll over and crawl, talk and walk. Her mother will never get to see that all because the staff did not feel like doing their job.
My timeline breaks my heart.
Seeing a wife grieve for her husband, and feel lost and buried deep, the only thing keeping her going is her son. Her beautiful son, who will never get to grow up with his father all because someone decided to play God and take a life.
My timeline breaks my heart, and I cry because of it.
No one should ever have to feel this pain all because of others and their choices they decided to make. It is horrible, nasty, and dark. Having someone you care deeply for just ripped out of your life. It tears you apart on the inside; you won’t want to eat. You won’t want to sleep because when you sleep, you dream, hoping it is all some horrible nightmare, only to wake up to it being your dark reality. You will stop taking care of yourself because you won’t want to get up out of bed. You just cry and stare at the wall till your body is too tired and forces you to sleep. Then you sleep for hours and hours, never wanting to get up. Never wanting to wake up to your reality of darkness, sadness, and pain. So much pain.
My timeline breaks my heart, and I grieve for them.
This is not how it should be. Others playing God because they feel like it. Intentionally or not. These two families are here because of someone else’s poor choices. Now a mother will never see what her child will become, what she would have done in her life. How is that fair?
Now a child will grow up never really knowing his father, while a wife watches her son grow and preserve that memory of her husband and teach her child what a good father, husband, and person he was. Why is it others decide to play God? I will never know, but this is not right. My heart grieves for these families, I hope they get the justice and closure they deserve.
My timeline breaks my heart…and there is nothing I can do about it…
Here are their stories.
https://www.facebook.com/justiceforvylette/?fref=ts
http://bluelivesmatter.blue/breaking-st-louis-county-police-officer-murdered/
