The second post I wrote on this blog was the day of the Boston Marathon bombing in April of 2013. It’s a poorly written post because there was no way for me to find the strength to describe the depth of feeling of that loss. Today, I find myself in the same situation. It’s my day to post and my heart is broken. I have nothing to say because I am too filled with grief and incredible anger. I have found no comfort in any words because I am so sick of all the talking.
“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”