I heard the basic headline Friday morning that there had been a school shooting in Connecticut. I heard it was bad, and I didn’t want to hear any more.
Michael texted me about it that morning. I told him I didn’t want to know details. I turned off the radio. I didn’t watch the TV, and I stopped looking at Facebook. It’s too awful, too terrible and I just don’t want to know the details. It’s just too painful.
I finally read one one account on Sunday morning and I just couldn’t read any more.
I am praying for all the families – including the shooter’s family. I keep tearing up, and I just can’t deal with it.
I didn’t want to tell the kids but I felt like we would rather them hear it from us than kids at school. Michael told Rose and I told Walsh. I just told him the very basics – no details. We didn’t talk to our sweet 5-year-old about it. I have kept her close in my arms all weekend loving her and squeezing her.
If I blog on other topics this week (happier topics), please don’t think it’s because I don’t care. It’s that it hurts too much to think about or focus on or even internalize. You guys are welcome to discuss all the angles but I just can’t.