I spent Sunday sobbing uncontrollably. I don’t live in Florida, but my community is my community, and it came under attack. Our losses were high. The murderer is dead. The community continues forward – to mourn, to repair, to incorporate, to embrace. Some people will be moved toward supporting gun control. Some people will speak up the next time a homophobic comment is made (especially in the name of religion). Others will make an effort to reach out to the marginalized and disaffected, to provide support and alternatives to this rage.
Me? I have no idea how I will move forward, how I will incorporate this. I do not yet have the strength to do anything other than put one foot in front of the other, and move forward. But I will, and I shall, because I know I am stronger than this murderer, and I can be in this world, and I can move forward and help my community thrive.
I’ll see you there.