Empathy
I don't want to go into it, because I'm sure everyone else is drained so much from hearing about it, but I'm going to write this down, because I need to.
On Friday when I stumbled upon the news on tumblr after I got home from work, I asked my husband what happened in Conneticut. He said he saw something about a school shooting. I got mildly angry, especially since the day before one of my former co-workers who had moved to Portland was at the mall where the shooting was. I said a few things and then my husband told me it was at an elementary school. My heart dropped. I searched on the internet and found out more about it and cried off and on that day. I wept as I watched the news. I cried as I laid in bed that night. I got teary eyed at work on Saturday whenever my mind started to wander to the tragedy or when a co-worker started talking about it. I had to walk away from a group of young kids at work today, because I knew that the victims were around their age and I stared to cry. I am holding my children more often and kissing them. I'm just so so sad.
On Friday when I stumbled upon the news on tumblr after I got home from work, I asked my husband what happened in Conneticut. He said he saw something about a school shooting. I got mildly angry, especially since the day before one of my former co-workers who had moved to Portland was at the mall where the shooting was. I said a few things and then my husband told me it was at an elementary school. My heart dropped. I searched on the internet and found out more about it and cried off and on that day. I wept as I watched the news. I cried as I laid in bed that night. I got teary eyed at work on Saturday whenever my mind started to wander to the tragedy or when a co-worker started talking about it. I had to walk away from a group of young kids at work today, because I knew that the victims were around their age and I stared to cry. I am holding my children more often and kissing them. I'm just so so sad.