Have you guys ever been on ancestry.com? That shiz is addicting! I figured out that some of my husband’s ancestors immigrated in 1580 from Ledegem, Belgium from West Flanders.
Update: I’ve been up for the past 6+ hours researching. I’ve found a ton of information on our family. It’s amazing, exciting, and I feel slightly like a professional historian. Lol
My husband and I went to the shooting range on Saturday. It was really fun. My shoulder is still sore from the kickback of the shotgun. Lol, all in the name of research. I have to know how a shotgun fires if I’m going to write about it, right? I think we’re going to go back soon and try out some pistols.
I held her frail broken body in arms as I pressed my back against the closet door. It thumped behind me as hands clawed and slammed across it. The door wouldn’t hold long. I brushed back the small blonde ringlets from her face. A mixture of blood, tears and dirt stained her cheeks. She whimpered as I readjusted her onto my lap. The skin below her knee caps were scraped down to the bone. The jump was too high.
The sound of her bones crumpling against the pavement was more than I could bear. She wheezed in a shaky breath and coughed up a mouthful of blood. I held her tight as her body convulsed. Her system was shutting down.
“Em, don’t leave me.” I cried.
The banging outside grew louder; they could smell fresh blood.