How does one give a name to something so horrific?
I will feel this tragedy and it will sit with me,
As I have breakfast with my children tomorrow;
As I drive to the post office to mail Christmas packages;
It will be on my heels as I run on the treadmill at the gym;
It will seep into my meditation, form the tears of my prayers
It will blend into the white noise of music and chatter as my home
Fills with visitors on Christmas morn;
As the laughter of my children echoes through the rooms;
I will feel it and it will sit with me.
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There have been a lot of posts about this tragedy. Yours hits home. Every time I think things are bad, I’ve stopped and thought – could be worse. Thanks for this.
It’s incomprehensible and these are my first feelings. I am one of those people who absorb everything and then it builds into words that eventually spill onto the page. This will no doubt haunt me for a long time to come. Thank you for commenting Julie. You are having a rough time right now and so is your sister, and the world is full of tragedies that will never cease. Your heart and focus is with your sister, as it should be. Sometimes we feel guilty for concentrating on our own problems, but you shouldn’t and I hope you don’t. Your reality is that your sister is fighting for her life, and though we say “things could be worse” when we see something as tragic as the school shooting and people losing their children, but sometimes things are pretty bad in our individual lives, too. My heart goes out to all those suffering, in any capacity today.
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So sad. And on the same day 22 children ended up in the hospital in China from a knife attack. Violence knows no boundaries.
It’s unbelievable. Madness exists. Evil exists. Violence finds its way into people’s lives and we are left to deal with the consequences.
Well said, Sheila. Well said. Like you, I didn’t know how to even title my mini-post, let alone come up with a category for it. Neither was satisfactory.
I know the feeling… too hard to give a name to something that’s impossible to understand…
Innocents victims of madness.Our hearts are broken ,our eyes are in tear ,our prayers.with the families l can’t imagine so much evil in one person’s ill mind.Jalal
Neither can I Jalal. Thank you for your words
extremely touching…..
Ah, thanks Don… as I said to someone else, I hated having to write about it, but it’s on me, like a weight.
There’s that sense of the all-pervasiveness of not only grief, but it’s ugly cousins helplessness and defenselessness.
Much like I felt…