I want to write something profound, thoughtful and meaningful about the horrors of yesterday. I want to somehow apply the experience I have had raising my transgender child to the events that unfolded in the one place children are always supposed to not only feel, but actually be safe. I want to understand how it could have happened and, equally, if not more importantly, what we can do as a society to ensure it never happens again. I cannot do any of those things. I can only, along with the rest of the world, pray for the families that have been victimized, traumatized and forever changed.
I cannot fathom the agony that the families of both the victims and the assassin are being forced to endure. I cannot imagine the devastation launched upon a community, a country. And I cannot reconcile in my mind any rational reason that a living creature would be so distraught as to murder our most vulnerable.
As a blogger with a loyal band of followers, I felt a pull, a compulsion, a need to reach out to everyone. Life is full of challenges, obstacles and unthinkable acts. Hold on tight to the people in your life – the ones that bring you joy as well as the one who struggle and need your support. No one can do this alone.