This post is in memory of Ben Wheeler. I never met him, but I feel like I knew him, and he has touched my heart.
He was 6 years old and he died one week ago today at the Sandy Hook Elementary School.
He was a Scout and "he loved The Beatles, lighthouses and the number 7 train to Sunnyside, Queens."
I'm posting this Beatles song for little Ben.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
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Such a sweet post.
ReplyDeleteThese children have been on my mind since I first heard the news last week. It turns out that one of the girls who was killed, Grace McDonnell, was born on the same day as my Allie. I look at my innocent, beautiful first-grader and wonder how Grace's family will ever get over their loss.
I have cried over this every day. I'm not sure when I'll stop. Intellectually, I know that there is less-than-miniscule chance that anything will happen to my kids. At the same time, I can't stop thinking about it. :(