This wonderful blogger has expressed beautifully what I at the moment cannot.

Meredith Winn

mothers and fathers walk around tenderhearted. skirting fear. avoiding eye contact on a friday afternoon for fear of the tears that will flow if we pause a moment and let the news/visuals/words/details settle in. we come up empty in our searching for answers. why or how or what the fuck… we shove our hands deep into our pockets and kick at pebbles on the ground. heartbroken in our inability to do anything to help, retroactively, to change anything about the events that hurt so many families in connecticut.

my partner, a teacher. our boys, all elementary school aged. news like this hits close to home. we hug and walk through our woods to meet the boys off the bus. adults speak of other things, children play around us. we’re not sure yet what to share, how to share, where to begin, if we are to begin at all. what we want most…

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