That day in April

It's a new week, not a better one necessarily, but so far not as bitter as last week. There's hope in that. Of course, it's only Monday. But I'm still shaking, thinking that this has become a pattern the news media seems to thrive on...the worst shooting in US history. Every ten minutes I heard that. Like a dare to the next lunatic. Stop it already! We heard you. We know.

As a mom I can't help but feel for those lost. As a human being, I can't help but feel lost. There's no where to hide. The world and all its crazies are out to get the rest of us. They're depressed. Who isn't? Why do they need to kill?

I think about my boy's future daily now. Will he have one, or will he come in contact with the other side of the world and the people who live there? The ones who want to die with as many as they can take with them. How can I protect him and also let him discover the earth around him?I feel there's no way to do both. I remember when I grew up we didn't think of that. We wondered about what our future held, not whether we would have one. I remember those days. But now I will never forget that day in April.