I went for a walk this afternoon. Writing is too sedentary and I need to walk. While the people of Oklahoma put Timothy Shaun Stemple to death, I was walking.
The sky was more noticeably blue today. The eucalyptus trees were seemingly taller and more stately than usual. The diffracted red from the hummingbird's breast made the tiny creature barely visible high in a still leafless tree.
As we humanely injected poison into Stemple's vein, I listened to Glenn Frey sing "I've Got Mine."
I more fully appreciated being alive. I suspect I won't miss it when my time comes, but it sure feels now as if I will.
I offer my condolences to everyone who has lost so much in this case. I realize that condolences can provide only minuscule comfort at best. As I was walking though, I decided I could perhaps do something more than offer condolences. I could keep trying to make a case that we have a problem with wrongful convictions.
Maybe someday that will help someone in need.