TheGreatPerhaps
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I was watching the news last night, and something struck me as odd (and for some reason, slightly funny in a hysterical but not humorous way) -- They said that usually the inmates are simply walked across the street to the courthouse, but that wasn't the case yesterday. Apparently the street was blocked off and BSL was transported in a car from one garage area to another to minimize his time "out in the open." My husband snorted and said "well, duh, of course they don't want someone to off him before he pleads guilty." I don't know why but I got a laugh from that, as well as the feeling of "why should they care so much about this monster?"
I can't get it out of my head that Mickey is physically gone, and he's still here. Everything that she hoped and dreamed for, everything her family hoped and dreamed for, taken away by the selfishness of this one person. Of course, her memory will live on, and because of her bravery, BSL is off the streets. It doesn't feel like justice in any sense of the word, though. I know, I know, life isn't fair. That makes me think of this quote from a tv series:
"I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, 'wouldn't it be much worse if life *were* fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them?' So now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe."
I hope that Mickey's family can find some comfort, somehow. I've been upset and trying to rationalize it since yesterday, and failing, and know that they are struggling even more. The tattoo that her mother has is a wonderful reminder of this beautiful woman, and I suspect that there will be an upsurge in people getting memorial type tattoos. I'll admit I considered getting a tiny bicycle done as a reminder of that quote about Mickey staring down the monster, and knowing that I can too.
I'm sorry this post is all over the place. I'm just unable to string things together coherently at the moment. There's so much I want to say, and so little I can do.
Apparently your not alone in your thoughts BayouBecky. My dear friend and fellow websluther, DesignLove mentioned that she was considering getting a small memorial tat as well. At first I thought it was a silly idea beings that we didn't personally know Mickey, but as she explained all of the ways her life has been affected by this whole situation, what the tat would represent suddenly made sense.
It represents a loss of innocence in the streets we walk and drive everyday. It represents our culture as Cajuns to stick together and lift each other up in the tough times and to dance, laugh, and celebrate the good times like they are our last. I can't remember who said it, but I recall someone saying "let's bring our girl home." I think that sentiment speaks volumes about our community and culture.
Personally, Miss Mickey and her beautiful family has taught me that stepping away from the phone or computer just to give my son a hug or a kiss is absolutely necessary, as is always telling him how much I love him. They have taught me to appreciate every moment because we are not guaranteed another one. So yeah, if a tat would remind you of this and Mighty Mickey everytime you saw it, I can totally relate.