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Last night I was busy in my basement working on a Christmas craft thinking that I’d never finish and wondering how I’d find time to get the entire house decorated for the Christmas season when I received a call that made me realize that it really doesn’t matter if I ever finish.
My childhood friend’s youngest son, age 7, was accidentally killed yesterday by his brother while hunting. They were with their father, the child saw a deer, got excited,and ran into the line of fire. I lost my only sibling to a hunting accident eight years ago and the memories of the horror of his accident came flooding back. Of course I’ve thought about my friend and her family non-stop since receiving the call. They are such good people and don’t deserve this.
Today I’ll go about my normal routine but I won’t stop thinking about my friend and the precious child that she lost.