Like all of you I simply have no words.
We as a country have been through this way too many times before.
This time, though, feels radically different.
My husband is the type that wants to avoid the news, he doesn’t want to hear me talk about it anymore, he doesn’t want to see the endless images of the dead, the names, the stories, the recaps, the sordid details.
Myself on the other hand has seen the same clips on CNN maybe 8 or 9 times, I’ve heard every argument.
Mental health vs. gun control
None of that fills the hole that was created when I had learned and began to process what had actually happened on Friday morning.
Gone were the Christmas gift worries, the insignificant things that clouded my mind were deleted…and all I had was sorrow and inexpiable grief and the overwhelming what ifs that haunts all the time.
While we on the outside are trying to adjust and get back to normal, again, something about this, 20 babies, makes it extremely hard to recover from.
I can’t even begin to imagine what these parents and loved ones must be going through–something that is a million times over the sadness that I feel.
I pray, because that is all that I can really do at the time of loss. I pray for strength for the parents, I pray for privacy, protection from cruel people, and most of all peace.
Peace, peace, peace.