Heartache

Yesterday, my brother texted a little game out to the family, where we were to identify common sayings from objects in a cartoon drawing. That was fine; some even picked it up again this morning; also fine - until religion popped up. Soon texts were flying, and soon politics joined the mix, and soon some were getting pretty bent out of shape about it (me, for one, but not the only one). It didn't last that long, but I still feel bad, and mad - but mostly bad. I'm writing to the ones I disagree with (the ones in the midwest, why is that?), not for the first time. It's not easy to admit that in the midst of trying to come together during this frightening corona virus pandemic, we end up - for the millionth time, in such disagreement. It's heartbreaking, to me, to have both such love for and such disagreement with them.