As soon as the news started blossoming out of Uvalde, like a mushroom cloud of agony, the texts started. “Take care of yourself,” “heartbroken,” “I feel sick, horrendous,” “Hang in there…” Hang in there. But this was so close. Hill Country of Texas, less than a week from our own remembrance of watching our teacher murdered in front of us decades earlier (or was it yesterday?). And one more thing for me personally: These were 10-year-old fourth-graders, the same age and grade as my daughter Olivia who was killed by an impaired college student 12 years ago — the precious daughter who should have been graduating college with her friends just a few weeks before.
Thank you friend. There aren’t really words but just thankful for know you and your story. Reading this gets me connect to my own heart and pain….in a life giving way somehow. Feels freeing and less alone. All the love ❤️.
Thank you friend. There aren’t really words but just thankful for know you and your story. Reading this gets me connect to my own heart and pain….in a life giving way somehow. Feels freeing and less alone. All the love ❤️.