Orlando... A week with a heavy heart.
I didn’t know what it meant before to have a 'heavy heart' until this week. Myself, friends and co-workers were not involved in the attack. But there is still a cloud of sadness hanging around like city like I have never experienced before. My heart felt like it was wilting with every news report. I cried almost daily for strangers. I cried because there are some really ugly, ill people living among us and there are also really beautiful people who shine when hope is lost.