She Was Our Daughter too… Ella era nuestra hija también …

First in Spanish and then in English (Google translate)

Un joven, bella estadounidense se sentó con una taza de la noche de café con amigos en uno de los maravillosos café en la acera de en París.

París. El nombre de la ciudad es uno que no importa donde una persona está en este planeta, ellos saben exactamente donde está. Incluso sin haber caminaba por esas calles, una joven de California hizo.

Ella era una estudiante. Nada más que eso.

La niña iba a la cama por la noche en un lugar llamado “La Ciudad de las Luces”. Por la mañana se levantó de su cama en la misma ciudad, por lo que muchas millas de su abrazo.

Siento que tengo que pedir disculpas que ella no va a volver a casa con usted.

Sentado aquí en Missouri rural, estoy a salvo con mi esposa. Mi hija y su familia son sólo un pequeño paseo en automóvil donde están a salvo. Mi hijo y su familia son un poco más lejos aún que son seguros.

Creo que sé lo que debe estar sintiendo. Un completo vacío. Pronto habrá ira. A su vez que la ira en algo positivo.

Yo no sabía que su hija, pero tengo una … como lo hizo tantas familias que también perdieron a sus seres queridos Francés (así como de otros países del mundo).

Nunca he tenido el placer de conocer y conocer a su hija. Yo no te conozco, pero por favor saber mis oraciones están con ustedes.

Ella ya está en los cielos es como lo son todas las víctimas de otros / héroes de aquella trágica noche de viernes.

Orar es todo lo que puedo hacer más.

Soy demasiado viejo para ir de caza.

Que Dios llevar a su familia en sus brazos.

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A young, beautiful American sat having an evening cup of coffee with friends at one of the wonderful sidewalk cafe’s in Paris.

Paris.  The name of that city is one that no matter where a person is on this planet, they know exactly where it is.  Even never having walked those streets, one young lady from California did.

She was a student. Nothing more than that.

The girl would go to bed at night in a place called, “The City of Lights”.  In the morning she rose from her bed in the same city, so many miles from your embrace.

I feel that I need to apologize that she is not going to come home to you.

Sitting here in rural Missouri, I am safe with my wife.  My daughter and her family are only a small automobile ride where they are safe.  My son and his family are a bit farther away yet they are safe.

I think I know what you must be feeling.  A complete emptiness.  Soon there will be anger.  Turn that anger into something positive.

I did not know your daughter but I do have one…as did so many French (as well as other world countries) families who also lost their loved ones.

I never had the pleasure of meeting and knowing your daughter. I don’t know you, but please know my prayers are with you.

She is already in heaven as are all the other victims/heroes of that tragic Friday night.

Praying is all I can do anymore.

I am too old to go hunting.

May God take your family into His arms.

6 thoughts on “She Was Our Daughter too… Ella era nuestra hija también …

      • I truly don’t know, Mary? As John Wayne said, “When you have roaches in the walls, you smoke ’em out and kill ’em” in the movie “Big Jake”. I would so love to see a painting of your thoughts 🙂 We must communicate with each other the only way we know how…a plea for peace…reaching out to show the world these roaches are not who civilization is…I don’t know how you would begin to paint it? I only know how to use crayons… 🙂

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      • I haven’t painted any city yet, although Paris has so many wonderful scenes to capture. I agree with what you have written and I immediately saw a vision of what that would be. Maybe someday I’ll attempt to put what I see on canvas ~ in the end good always wins over evil, it’s time for the world to stand up and take this on.

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