There was much more to May than spring flowers this year. My husband and I have two sister-nieces who celebrated landmark school graduations, and our daughter graduated from college and happily joined the work force. Our local high school girl’s lacrosse team won its 11th state championship, and our friends from Maryland have a son on a college team that made it all the way to the national tournament semi-final. To most readers, these aren’t earth shattering events, maybe not even interesting, but to me, they were an almost sanity leveling, life saving breath of fresh air. Because in May, a twenty-two year old man walked into a concert hall in Manchester, England, during an event attended by mostly teenaged young girls, and left a pipe-bomb to maim and kill. United in grief, the citizens of the world showed powerful heart in their support of the victims of this senseless attack. In the U.S., on the last Monday of May, we honored those who gave their lives in past and present wars, another somber reminder that the world was, and still is, in dangerous conflict. May transitioned to June, and more flowers lay gathered in tribute, but this time in front of a bridge called London in the city with the same name, fragrant prayers for eight slain in another deadly attack. Soon after, a knife wielding attacker struck a police officer in front of Notre Dame Cathedral. This morning, as I walked through our small local park, other walkers nodded greetings and gave me warm smiles and wishes for a good day, for once our two dogs didn’t wind themselves around me like a May pole, and when I returned to the parking lot I didn’t accidentally try to get into the wrong car again. Life IS good. And it does go on in this constantly changing world.