It started as a normal day for a group of people linked together by who they love and fateful moments in time end in the crimson reality of their
It is not the first time this group has experienced focused attention on them and the precious blood that runs through all of us. The red that spilled from so many innocent lives in Orlando bore the test of time, bearing witness to those who had died before: a slower and courageous death, when so many would turn away from helping. Those were painful years for many.
This time death was quicker but the prejudice and hate is still rampant.
It’s innocent blood, that spills or is diseased. The people through whose veins in which it flows do no crime. They live. They love.
Let the day come when they are targets no more and their hearts can pump joyfully into old age….