Friday, April 29, 2011
My hat is off to my relatives, the Brits but I will not be attending your joyous festivities. I feel more pressing matters are at hand, I feel the timing is just not right, I feel it just not right.
My neighbors to the east and especially the south are in mourning. In the time it takes you to pour your tea their world was gone; shattered and scattered with the wind. Enough to make this southern Yank put priorities in perspective.
There is no joy in mudville and while I sit safe in my humble abode, my presence is a blessing. There but for the grace of god go I.
I will not pretend to have the words to describe their situation but I can say I understand. I understand their state of shock, I understand their confusion, I understand the road they do see before them and I understand their sense of mourning. I respect that mourning.
For this there will be no attending royal festivities, no tea to celebrate the occasion and as to the hat I had selected…
It will be traded for my black, southern ball cap. I will don it out of respect for my southern brothers and sisters who are mourning.
Please after your royal festivities remember my southern family members and keep them close in your thoughts and prayers.