Bludgeoned, again my heart is bludgeoned by egregious acts, senseless deeds, tragic stunts that show a certain type of human believes that if he can’t live his life his way, everything and everyone else’s life is forfeited as well.
This is what I say to you.
Leave the rest of us alone.
“Place a beehive on my grave
And let the honey soak through.
When I’m dead and gone,
That’s what I want from you.
The streets of heaven are gold and sunny,
But I’ll stick with my plot and a pot of honey.
Place a beehive on my grave
And let the honey soak through.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees