"My son always wanted to be a policeman. He was very proud of his job. There was nothing he wanted to do more." -- Rookie Patrolman Tyron Franklin's Dad
Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me!
Not long ago I wrote about and honored Rookie Patrolman Tyron Franklin and referred to a woman I thought was Patrolman Franklin's wife, as "widow."
I made a mistake, as one anonymous reader lovingly pointed out to me in a recent comment.
After careful research I learned Franklin was not married. Patrolman Franklin did not leave a wife. He left a girlfriend.
So I stand here before you *in print* my hat in my hands, my eyes looking straight into your eyes with the following message, "Please accept my sincerest apologies. I sincerely meant no harm."
For the record: Franklin was not killed in the line of duty. Franklin was not married. He had a girlfriend.
Must one wear a band of gold to feel a widow's pain?
Patrolman Franklin was 23 years old.
He leaves behind a girlfriend and 16 month young son.
What more can I say?
Q: What did King Kong say when he dialed the wrong number?
A: King Kong ring wrong.
"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gentle they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned." --Edna Vincent Millay, "Dirge Without Music"
After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.
Just do it.
I dare you.
Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.
One more thing. I have a new ezinearticle published recently at http://ezinearticles.com/?For-Widows-Only---What-We-Try/What-We-Dont-Try&id=458394 *yes, I know the tag line is long*
I hope you'll give a click and read it.
It kinda says it all about how I feel.