I don't even know if I have the words.
Sometimes I operate in a bubble of non-awareness, ignorant of the goings-on around me. It wasn't until yesterday evening that I heard the news about the shootings in Connecticut. Since then I've read little snippets here and there, but I haven't had the courage to turn on the TV.
My daughter is kindergarten age. If I think about it too much I can't breathe.
Like everyone else I am so very sad. And angry. And bewildered. I know that it is possible to find peace amidst the tragic.
But it seems right to be sad right now. To ache a bit. To mourn with those that mourn. And hopefully we will all eventually find the peace we seek, after we are worn out from the tears.