Honor Your Pain

At one point or another, I’m sure that you’ve probably been woken up by rain. I usually love when this happens to me, but this week, all I could see when I looked out my window was an image of the heavens sobbing down on us.

It was dark, cold, and pouring the other morning when I woke up to go to NBC News. I dressed in black that day because I felt like I was in mourning. I really did, and I still do.

The news of yet another school shooting had taken me aback. It knocked me down. I read about those who lost their lives, as well as the brave officers who responded. I read about all the families affected. I thought about their shock, their grief, and their guttural pain.

For them, life was changed in an instant. For them, life will be defined by before and after. For them, life will never be the same again.