I just keep looking at this photo and think, "My God, what if that was me and my children with my husband leaning over us in mourning?!" That poor woman and her babies... what suffering. It breaks my heart into a million little pieces. God, kiss their cheeks and take them home where they belong.
I am a bit odd. I grew up in the rural mountains of North Georgia & our Granny & Papa were always within shouting distance. Lunch was dinner, & dinner was supper. Blackberry cobbler was a frequent special from our berry pickin' trips with Papa. We went out family-visiting each Sunday, Sunday dinner at my great-grandmother's house with all the extended family present. We were dirt poor but we were also rich! We played outside til dark or Mom called us. We had a scrap wood fort built just beyond the tree line, using old pallets Papa brought home. My brothers & I would race our bikes through trails. Big bro always won! Papa would take us fishing or for walks through the woods & occasionally taught us about the plants & their uses while plucking a leaf here or there & popping it in his mouth to chew on. I was exposed to rich culture early in life & flourished. I have been married to a great man for almost 30 years & we have 4 children, all adults now (2 boys/2 girls). I'm a nurse & I love it! Life is difficult at times but it has definitely changed for the best over the years & I thank God for it every day!