A gunman was spotted crouching by the vet clinic’s windows 
causing a two-hour lockdown on Wednesday a hump day.
My veterinarian daughter works there, her place of employment 
not a battleground but a haven for sick animals.
Via text she informed her sister and me after the fact.
Still nervous and on edge inside. What if’s fill my head and
heart. A mother more than five hours away can only wring her
hands and heart and pray. She is mom to young boys aged six and 
eight. What if? Gun violence is not new to my family but real.
In 1985 my adult sister was kidnapped from a Florida mall 
parking lot. She survived physically but carries deep emotional 
wounds as we do.  When will it stop?