On Friday, after I picked up my son from preschool, we went to Dairy Queen for lunch. It’s one of his favorite lunch places because of the toys and play area they have and since I was going to be working all weekend, I wanted to do something fun with him as a little treat before I handed things over to dad.
The news was on the big t.v. above all the tables so it was there that I learned about the horrible murders at Sandy Hook Elementary School as my son ate and played, oblivious to what was being reported on the screen.
My reaction as far as addressing this online was, no comment. I stayed off of Facebook and Twitter and had not planned on writing anything about this here but something I read earlier today has been gnawing at me, demanding a response (internally at least) so here’s my message.
Death, shock, tragedy, disbelief – all things felt regarding the school shooting, are processed and expressed different by everyone. Maybe based on your personal experiences with loss, because of your own personal and political beliefs or just the fact that we are all unique individuals.
Some shout from the mountain tops, angry and needing to be heard. Some are more sad and subdued or subtle in their expression. Some go radio silent.
I don’t believe there is a right or wrong way to express your feelings about this kind of tragedy but I do hope we can remember to be respectful of one another and respectful of the families dealing with loss at this time.
I have been absent.
I’ve missed this blog and writing and the connection I feel with so many of you, but I have been absent.
The past few weeks have been a roller coaster of drama, soul searching, insomnia, sadness, panic attacks, miscommunications, misunderstandings, cruelty, worry, fear, stress and heartbreak.
Family stuff, relationship stuff, kids stuff, money, future…….life stuff.
In this overwhelming tornado whirling around me, much of the time I felt like I was operating purely in a survival mode. Picking myself up again became a harder and harder feat but every morning I woke up breathing and my son needed breakfast and life went on.
But inside, I feel ripped down to the core of myself, forced to go deep and stare in to the heart of the darkness surrounding and of my own.
I am so honored, excited and happy to have been asked to make my guest posts a regular, monthly gig for Sperk*!
The Wednesday’s Woman posts are ones to educate and inspire by shining a light on women who are positive role models, making a difference in the world. For me, learning and writing about these amazing women has been a great experience and I’m constantly thankful for Kim at Sperk* for dedicating part of her blog to showcasing these amazing women!
This week’s woman of honor is Taryn Davis.
Taryn was twenty one years old when her husband was killed in Iraq four years ago. Devastated and grieving, she felt even more alone when looking for emotional support and other widows to connect with.
To aid in her own healing and to be a resource to others in need, in 2007 Taryn created The American Widow Project for women around the country whose husbands have died in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Please stop over at Kim’s to learn more about Taryn and while you’re there, take a look around at some of the awesome recent posts as well.
Kim at Sperk* is an wonderful writer and amazing all around woman!