You See, She Mattered

Good Morning :)

Wowsa, it's hot out there. Right now, it's not blistering hot but it's warm and humid. We have both ACs blaring.

So, first, the job. I have never been so grateful to still have a job that I don't like.

I made a total effort this week and the Universe showed me that hey...I do have what it takes. I'm not gonna write a huge paragraph tooting my own horn.

I'm just grateful that I had this opportunity to prove to myself that I can, as opposed to I can't.

So we go on...I hope to look this weekend and see what else is out there.

I have a call with a friend in a half hour. I need to meditate and all that...

Just want to tell you a story. A story that finally has come to a conclusion; one that I have hoped for but didn't know if I'd ever get.

I had a friend in junior high. We met and started hanging out and I'm feeling a bit fragile so I'm not going to delve deep into the story but I witnessed abuse and I had never seen anything like that before and right in front of me as if it were completely normal.

Nanette, it was not normal, it was not OK. I'm sorry I was too scared to defend you, I was 14. 

Man, she lived one helluva life and not good, not good at all.

I ran into her probably in early 2014. It was a drug thing, ya know? But whereas I got to go home and pick up my life...she went back to the streets. I saw her one or two times after that and we never did get the chance to talk.

Then she was murdered on Franklin Ave in South Minneapolis in August of 2014.

Murdered at 2:20AM or so. 

Fast forward to now...I had a dream of the people I used to use with and they are gone now too, but it made me think of Nanette and I looked up her name and there it was.

They found the guy. See, they kept looking. She mattered.

He's been charged with  murder. He's in jail in New York right now. I don't know if they'll extradite him but if they do, I'll be there in court, representing for the beautiful girl I laughed and cried with when I was 13/14 years old.

You see, she mattered. She mattered to me. And in spite of her life, there were a lot of people on the street who mourned her because when she had money, she gave it away, she bought food for people, etc.

Not all addicts are only their addiction; there are layers and layers of things like childhood trauma, mental health disorders, you name it.

She's at peace now.

And I will always hold in her in my heart where she's safe.

I am crying at my computer but I'm happy for her. Happy and sad at the same time.

Alright, well on with my day.

I hope you all have a great one.

Yesterday's short:

Love & Light,

Thank you!!

Neecie