Last night was supposed to be a collective celebration of accomplishments for a few of us that would have included fine dining, a special bottle of wine and laughter. Instead, we gathered around the television with scotch or vodka in hand and watched the sobering events in Paris unfold.
I should be sitting here now writing about an exceptional bottle of wine and a delicious meal. However, I am more concerned about my niece who is doing a semester abroad in Paris and is thankfully safe and sequestered in an apartment with her friends. I am worried that we haven’t heard from my cousin who lives in Paris.
My stories can wait for another day or two. My thoughts and prayers are with France and the senseless loss of innocent lives.