Those words are meaningless drivel when there are lives lost.
We are supposed to be free to be joyful and celebratory.
Last year it was Orlando. This year it's Vegas.
We share stories of hero's who save strangers or their friends.
We hear haunting tales of the cell phones endless ringing for victims who will never again pick up the phone.
We watch the news in horror at the next tragedy.
We get to see "Celebrity's react" posts at very major loss of life.
In the end we got a lot of dead people.
I drive in my car on safe streets and I wonder about the families who will still be mourning this next year. I wonder about those families in Orlando, if they'll reach out to those in Vegas>? Will the Mother's of Sandy Hook children be providing comfort? Do they get a grief network for those who must live through the aftermath of abject hell?
I recently read that despite all the death, despite all the pain, we are living in the safest the world has ever been. That since 97, crime and violence has gone down and despite what we hear on the news, we actually live in a much safer time.
I read that, a day before this year's big mass shooting. This. years. I actually have to say that.
I don't know what is happening to my America. I can't bring forth any of my political thoughts or religious beliefs right now. I'm just tired of people dying.
They say you don't write about the horrors of war, you write about the burned socks on the ground.
I can't write about the horrors of this shooting but I can't unsee the boots on the ground, shining bright with the flag, empty and cast aside. An emblem now of death.
My heart breaks for those who will live with this forever, who's lives will never move on fully because a part of them never left that concert. A loved one who did not return home from what should have been a joyful evening. My heart goes out to those forever changed, after the news cycle turns to the next big story.
I sit and can't believe this is My America.