RBBM:
Yes, SurfieTX, that's exactly how is feels for me as well. It's the stunned, grief stricken, gut wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'm sitting here, utterly bewildered.
This exact situation that has played out last night at Pulse is what has given my eldest daughter nightmares for years. She will be 13 soon, but is very aware of ISIS because of her social studies classes (they're researched terrorism for several projects in the last two years). She has worried for quite some time about the "ifs" and "whens" of something like this happening on US soil. It hasn't been easy reassuring her, but until this morning, I've been able to quell her fears, and soothe her when she awoke in the middle of the night, to nightmares of attacks by faceless terrorists hurting people, her people - our people - here in the US.
This morning, everything changed, and in the worst way. As we await the completion of the investigation, I am left without the ability to calm my child's fears. The truth is, I don't know if I can do that for myself. It is a truly tragic day, for all of us.
The people of Orlando have suffered a loss so brutal and heinous, I can't even begin to put into it words. It's as though our world has, once again, shifted on its axis.
We will never the same again.
The insurmountable loss suffered at Pulse has been forever inscribed upon the hearts of our nation. In my mind, the demographic of the club matters not. Those were our fellow human beings, who went out for a night of revelry, and far too many never made it home. Scores remain hurt, and fight to recover. It all just all defies logic.
This it hurts - to the core...
#PrayForOrlando
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