She would never tolerate an overgrown yard and weeds growing up through the cracked cement.
Same name, different person…had to be someone else.
Then they showed the mugshot and my old friend had indeed been the person that had allegedly shot and killed her husband.
The picture was not flattering…the alcohol was wearing off, but it looked like she had worn off a lot of alcohol since last I saw her.
Of course, the last time I saw her she was buying wine in the biggest receptacle offered.
Before that she was a co-worker and a consummate professional, irascible, untamable, and witty, but with the ability to be all that and hold a job.
The brass were terrified of her, but no one produced like her.
Sometime when she wasn’t looking, the alcohol took over.
Alcohol then became a factor in taking two lives, one in death and one potentially to a life in prison haunted by a single intoxicated outburst.
The ripples out from there are every bit as terrible.
They always are.
I do not know all the details of this horrible incident, and I hope that there is some information that mitigates her guilt, but those hopes are small.
This will end up being what we call one of those “senseless” tragedies, as if any tragedy actually makes sense.
Farther down a Facebook thread that spoke of these ruined lives was a invitation to another one of those “theology pubs”.
Come with us to the bar and talk theology.
We will demonstrate our liberty and and a thick veneer of cool while pitching Scriptures between pitchers of Coors.
I’m not a teetotaler, but I think I’ll pass.
When I needed Jesus, I actually went to church.
It looks like my old friend will miss it too.
She stayed home and drank…
Oddly enough, her neighbors said they knew there was a problem because the yard was overgrown and weeds were coming through the cement…
Make your own application…