Today I mourn.
I set down my coffee, turn on cartoons for my two year old twins, move into a different room and I cry.
“Soldier on. Get back to life. Let it roll off. Carry on.
Those are all things we’re told to do by parents, coworkers, friends, society, and more. It starts young.
We skin our knee, our dog dies, an uncle passes. Carry on. Keep your chin up.
Today I don’t want to lift my head, square my chin, and move forward.
I want to stop, mourning the loss of life and the insanity of it all.
If you pray, pray; if you cry, cry; if you dance, dance.