Yesterday was a rough day for me and for many others. And it was a day of unfathomable anguish for far too many.
I spent most of the day crying off and on. It would just hit me at odd times, and tears would stream down my face. And I couldn’t stop.
Something I’ll carry with me forever was reported on CNN. They spoke of the first responders in the club, walking amongst the dead, and hearing ringtone after ringtone of the victim’s cell phones, as their loved ones desperately tried to reach them.
So much hatred. So much violence. I don’t understand.
Every mass shooting strikes at the heart of me. I’m deeply anti gun and anti violence. But this one hurts especially so because I know it could have been me in that club. Celebrating gay pride. Dancing.
And worts of all is the knowledge that it still could be me.
I went to the organized vigil in Loring Park last night. This is the same park that will play host to our Pride festivities in two weeks time.
There were many speeches, and more than a few tears were shed. All of our politicians were there: governor, mayors, state reps and senators, city council members, etc. And many local clergy representatives were there as well.
As I posted on Facebook yesterday: I’m glad I went to the vigil in Loring park Sunday evening.