Let's talk sanely, seriously and with an eye towards preventing let's say, this tragedy. Let's talk about where we drawn the line between our freedoms and our security and our safety. Let's talk about mental illness and healthcare. Let's talk about privilege.
I've cried hard. Maybe even harder than Columbine when my own kids were in High School. Maybe harder than 9/11, when I had just returned from a visit to New York on 9/9.
Senseless. I pray for acceptance and God's will, because that's how I roll, but I don't begin to understand it. I have come to a place in my life where I believe that evil exists, and there may be nothing I can do about it.
For now, I am hanging on to my pistol and my pit bull.
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