I feel like I can’t possibly move forward posting anything on this blog without stopping and recognizing what happened on Friday.
And to be honest, I’ve just been staring at the screen after that first sentence trying to figure out what to say. That I’m sad? Obviously. That I was completely sick to my stomach all afternoon Friday? Yes. That I can’t believe someone would do something so horrible? Of course.
We’re all feeling the same things and we all are so very heartbroken for the mama’s and daddy’s that lost their little ones. Like most of us, that’s mostly where my mind wanders, especially to the mom’s because I am a mom. I couldn’t imagine losing one of my babies, especially in such a scary way. I don’t think I could ever move on from thinking about their last few minutes and how scared they must have been.
I pray several times a day just for them to feel love and support from their community and our country and for them to heal somehow.
And when I look at my son and my daughter, I am even more thankful for them. Many times over the weekend when I was frustrated with one of them, I would remind myself how many parents wish they had their child to be frustrated with. Let it go, give them a hug and love them.