It’s been three solid days since the world learned about the horrific hate crime committed against over one hundred plus people, from which I am still numb. My head is spinning with assumptions, questions unanswered accompanied by fragmented thoughts of wondering how I may have felt if I were in that Orlando, Florida night club. How will the world recover from this? Will people understand the real message in it all? What is the value of a life or my life for that matter? I’ve read at least 50 + stories highlighting the victims who’s lives were lost, news reports on the alleged motives of the venomous killer who’s name I will STILL never speak nor write. So many inspiring stories of people who lived freely whether they be gay or straight. To think of how families found out, civilians from all across the world supporting to even wondering if I will be next are the thoughts that plague me. So many stories on how unique the lives of the victim’s were that of which will always remain in my heart. But as I scrolled through my timeline I came across a picture of a woman who looked to be a middle-aged hispanic woman who held a look of peace on her face. I would eventually keep scrolling only to see her face again and again. Not knowing anything but what the caption listed about her being a mother who was in the club supporting her reportedly gay son. I wanted to learn more about this woman just based off of the angelic look on her face and the fact that she thought enough of her son to attend an obviously gay nightclub with him. I was overjoyed yet saddened at the thought of her being taken away in such a gruesome way. My mother would cross my mind as I read stories about her being the mother of 11 children and how she had fought cancer and was undergoing treatments for Leukemia. My heart sake to know that she was so strong even down to the last moments of her death. I would cry at my desk, not because she is gone but that her son has to live knowing that his mother understood what it meant to be supportive down to giving her son her last breath. Knowing how much support I have from my own mother and how I know she would’ve carried herself in the same way for me breaks my heart over and over again. So Brenda McCool, I don’t know you nor will I ever have the opportunity too but I celebrate you. Thank you being an example of how a mother cares, how a mother supports and how a mother’s love is NEVER tainted.
I salute you!
A Mother’s Love
Submitted By: life heARTist
A Mother’s Love
Author unknown
A Mother’s Love is like an island
In life’s ocean vast and wide,
A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the restless, rising tide …
A Mother’s Love is like a fortress
And we seek protection there
When the waves of tribulation
Seem to drown us in despair …
A Mother’s Love’s a sanctuary
Where our souls can find sweet rest
From the struggle and the tension
Of life’s fast and futile quest …
A Mother’s Love is like a tower
Rising far above the crowd,
And her smile is like the sunshine
Breaking through a threatening cloud …
A Mother’s Love is like a beacon
Burning bright with Faith and Prayer,
And through the changing scenes of life
We can find a Haven There …
For A Mother’s Love is fashioned
After God’s enduring love,
It is endless and unfailing
Like the love of Him above …
For God knew in His great wisdom
That He couldn’t be Everywhere,
So He put His Little Children
In a Loving Mother’s Care.
Author: Unknown
Vashon Wade 