“Kate’s Law”: A Red Herring

Generally, I avoid making political statements, yet I am going to stick my neck out now and write one that is very close to my heart. You may have read about the shooting death of a young woman, Kate Steinle, in San Francisco in July 2015. My heart goes out to her family; I understand what they must have been going through. Ms Steinle was killed by a homeless Mexican man, a convicted criminal who was in California illegally. The gun had been stolen from the personal car of a federal park ranger a few days earlier, and the shooter had found it. Due to the tragic circumstances presented in court, the shooter was acquitted last night by a jury of all charges except for being a felon in possession of a firearm. This must be a very, very difficult verdict for the family, and it has unleashed a wave of outrage across the media. I am not going to comment on the verdict but on something else.

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Enough already

Turmoil. Cancer scare. Grief. The weeks after my father’s passing were difficult. I felt sad, isolated and lonely. The thin layer of healing over Steve’s death came loose all over again. I cried and cried and cried. My father and his well-being had been at the forefront of my mind and heart for many years. Now there is a sense of relief (for him) yet more prominently, a strange and somewhat scary emptiness.

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Death. Again. And Awareness.

Death. We all know (more or less) that it is coming, but when it does, it is still always a surprise. Even though I expected my father to die sooner rather than later because of his advanced Morbus Parkinsons disease, when he did die seven days ago, the shock and grief and sadness was just as heavy on my heart as if it had been a sudden, completely unexpected death.

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Two years ago today Steve died.

My antennas are on high alert. During a recent dinner conversation, someone formed his fingers into the shape of a revolver and held it up to his jaw, to illustrate some concept he was talking about. Immediately bright images flashed by my inner eye about Steve’s murder and his last moments. It took the greatest determination not to lose it completely. Two years today it happened: my personal and heartbreaking representation of the evil, sickness, and violence that is alive in the world every single day. 730 days ago.

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