Keep saying it, my blogger friends…
Words. Humor. Those are my things, and yet they’re both completely useless right now. I will never be able to wrap my head around what has happened in my state on Friday.
As someone who dreams of one day being a father, my heart is broken.
As someone who still feels like a child on the inside, my heart is broken.
I remember my childhood vividly. Losing my innocence came in small moments — specific episodes along the way in which my sense of security started to slowly wither — one observation, one letdown, one loss at a time. I often put up a fight, but no matter how much I tried to cling to that innocence, those moments still came. And those moments are still coming.
And Friday has been the worst one of all.
I’m heartsick for the children whose beautiful, innocent lives have been stolen from them…
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