For Las Vegas, for Puerto Rico, for Florida, for Texas, for
America
There is no such thing as enough
There is nothing to say that is enough
There is no place that is safe enough
All we can do is offer our hand in the dark
They will be unaffected, keep offering
They will push us away, keep offering
When my daughter died I wondered why people weren’t helping
me. It took almost a year to
realize that everyone had been helping.
It just didn’t feel like it to me.
The pain and impact is that great, and the devastation is
irrevocable.
The help is like salve on a wound, not instant healing, but
every dab, or pat on the arm, adds up over time to the healing. The scars are always there and the
change is permanent.
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