I’m still struggling to find anything to say today. I had a nightmare last night that everyone in my son’s nursery school was massacred, including his teachers. My son was spared only because his mother and brother picked him up 10 minutes early. This last part is actually true. They did pick him up early yesterday. I incorporated that information into my dream. Obviously, this tragedy has disturbed me greatly, on both a conscious and subconscious level.
I went to the grocery store this morning and I noticed every kid and I looked at their parents, and I knew they were thinking the same things. How would they react if it was their kids who were murdered?
I see it in my Facebook feed, with so many apolitical friends, many of whom I went to kindergarten or middle school or high school with. They are all shaking their heads. There was something more personal about this event.
All I know is that if we can obsess about the loss of one ambassador and three contractors in Benghazi, we can obsess on the loss of 20 little kids and their educators. Can’t we?
