After a beautiful afternoon, a memorial for my mother-in-law that consisted of sharing stories of her at the grave and then a long leisurely lunch in the yard of the customary foods we used to eat at her house.  And then the weather changed, and now the thunder, lightning and rain replace the sound of rockets. 

My mind keeps going to all the refugees in this mess – here and there.  The sudden change of weather was expected, but not welcome – to the homeless and those missing loved ones.  When will we understand we’re in this mess together and until we can treat each other as family (if only to solve our problems of protection) we’ll never get through this storm..