Todays blog post was supposed to be about my pre-wedding jitters, but something kept tugging me. When you are a mother you feel different things. You’re super sensitive to situations that involve children because you naturally think about your own babies.
Yesterday was the beginning of a long journey for a little boy and his family in Hillsboro, Tx. You may have never heard me talk about Hillsboro Texas but this is a small town about 60 miles south of where I live now. This town is where my mother and grandmother live. I have a sister and cousins there, but most importantly this is where all of my children were born. When you’re from a small town your dream is to move to a big city with bright lights and never look back, but this town is where a lot of my character was built. The reason why I’m so appreciative and humble. There is so much drama in small towns but just as much of a family feel. When I would visit my mama for Christmas break as a kid I remembered the “downtown” area would be decorated with lit up wreaths and garland. It was a feeling I can’t describe. Everything wasn’t always peaches and cream when I lived there. It was also the place where I experienced my first heartbreak, my first time getting my lights cut off because I couldn’t pay the bill, and my first time having to “struggle”. I didn’t talk to very many people outside of my family. I was really quiet and just myself most of the time. My sister and cousins knew EVERYBODY. I would be cordial with their friends and then go on about my business.
Deonshira Slider was gunned down outside of her home. Imagine just waking up like its a regular day, you’re getting ready to head out, you put the kids in the car, check the mail and you’re thinking about what donut shop you will go to for your kids when you get back in the car. What will the daily conversation be this morning with your kids?? That opportunity was stripped away from her. SHE WAS TOO YOUNG!!… I didn’t personally know this young lady, as a matter of fact I had never had a single conversation with her. I didn’t know what she liked or who she was friends with, but what I do know is that she was a mother. She has a mother and family members that are heartbroken. She has a son that will have to go through life with questions and a range of emotions. He will ask God why. He will ask his family members why…Why my mom? This has to stop. We have to think about the things we do before we do them. This wasn’t just a random killing. There were events leading up to this tragedy.. Now, I won’t get into all of the specifics of what I have heard about this horrible tragedy out of respect for the people that were close to her because that is how rumors get started and this isn’t what this post is about. My heart goes out to her mother because today is the anniversary of her sons death and now she has to bury her daughter. No mother should ever have to experience that kind of pain.
So today I want you all to hug your family a little tighter, talk a little longer, and say I love you more often because you never know when it will be your last conversation…..
To help the family out with burial expenses and any expenses that occur during this process visit Deonshira Slider Memorial Fund