My generation baby

Edit: this is a Paper Jamz guitar, not a gun. Oh heavens!

Stories, puzzles, some garden time and sorting out the playroom, the baby toys really needing to go to a new home now.

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My heart bleeds today to think of what has been endured in the 10 years since, that cumulative pain felt which is impossible to fathom.

Yet I've been very sickened in the last few days by posts I've come across, not here of course. When it should be a time for reflection, remembrance and hope for a means to find peace, I've witnessed such racism, incessant myopia and the spread of hatred. I was always taught that you can't reason with racists, yet even so I try. I cannot imagine how any of this can be in the guise of patriotism or empathy for the horror of what the families have endured. It only perpetuates the torment and the circle of hatred. I have tried to understand the mantra of never forgetting, and I have always hoped that it related to the memory of the ordinary people who lost their lives and the heros who did their all to save them, not that it related to vengeance, but I really don't know what it means anymore. I have, however, taken some active steps against the abuse due to the nature of its severity, that it should not be let pass. This became a sad day of reflection on the anniversary, but for all the wrong reasons.

I will end in saying, my heart goes out to all, so very many, who were affected by the tragic events. I hope that time has built some peace in their hearts and homes.