I give up. Just sitting here. Can’t write. But I can’t ignore another school shooting. More brokenhearted parents. Devastated families. It’s too painful searching for words to describe having to face the rest of your life without the child who made your world shine. So I’m burying my sadness in Photoshop, where I can patch together a cozy nest to keep my memories of what kids’ high school days used to look like. Before.
How do you deal with so much senseless tragedy?
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I don’t know, Robin, other than what Nancy says. I won’t accept this. I have all three gatherings to protest gun violence on my calendar. There are 3 in March and April. I assume there will be marches in Ithaca. For one, I’ll be in AZ but hope to join a March in Tuscon there. This is essential. We can’t let this happen. The most hopeful thing for me is the high school kids who are speaking out, fighting back, and organizing. Invest money in their efforts to organize marches. Show up again, and again, and again. I don’t know what else to do other than beg for mercy. I’m doing that, too.
Oh, those high school kids. So amazingly powerful and outspoken. Yes, I will support all their efforts as well. It won’t be the first time I’ve followed a young person and learned about what’s important in life. It is so frustrating to listen to the news, to hear our leaders’ takes on this situation. How will things ever change, I wonder? How many shootings in schools, churches and other public places do we have to go through? This is becoming the norm. Another day; another shooting. And having more people armed with guns hanging around – well that doesn’t sound too promising for ending all this shooting.
Every day I recite, “I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change, I am changing the things I cannot accept.” And then find a way to contribute my time, my influence or just my support by showing up. And yes, sweet memories fuel the drive too.
I love that, Nancy. You are brave and bold and gutsy. I’m getting lazy just hangin’ out in the house in my pajamas, burying myself in Photoshop, making silly pictures to take me back into the sweet memories. But I do plan on showing up more. Still need to get used to the idea that I can simply show up and march to help the cause.