It was Valentine's day yesterday. It was also the day where we went to bed hearing of another school shooting. Another ''unspeakable tragedy.''
It's numbing and pit of stomach sick-feelings when video imagery comes across screens, commentary from opposing sides, louder voices , unifying voices , hurt voices, clearly defined voices of a need for monumental change as a result of this ''unspeakable tragedy''.
The shocking report of 18 school shootings since the start of the year, just a little over two months into 2018. The fact that more schools are now (routinely) going through mass shooting training protocols as part of their induction and orientation. The loss of 17 lives.
It is heartbreaking.
In high school, gun control was the assigned topic of my scheduled debate in class. It is one that I am still very sensitive about and one that last year led me (mainly due to self-consciousness) to refrain from commenting here about it.
There are strong opinions out there like Rachel R. Gonzales whose words ''The school shooter today didn't act alone. He was assisted by the President, 52 Senators, and the NRA'' are sentiments I echo. There are poignant comments from Brad Montague which remind of us of hope and movement forward ''Teachers, Thank you for continuing to work to make your classrooms glimpses of the world as it could and should be. We’re cheering you on. Keep going. Tomorrow will look different because of the work you do today.'' The coverage is extensive and right now, when I can't find the words to articulate - those two voices have struck chords with me. The third voice is the one who still wonders and implores for mental health and wellness.
My thoughts have been consumed by those students, families, teachers and loved ones today. And while this post brings no further enlightenment to the conversation - I do hope that it finds you dear reader, sharing with me in a moment of silence.
Sending you a little squeeze and an enormous amount of love.