It is hard to know what to do in the face of such shocking news. I found myself struck by a strange and nonspecific sadness, the strange regret – guilt? – that I never got to know him well, that now I never will. I’ve been near tears several times today, but never all the way to breaking. Some part of me seems to say, What right do you have?
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Funerals for six-year-olds, or, moving some of that emotion through
For all my compassion and concern for humanity and its state, oftentimes I find myself feeling closed off from larger events, the kind that get national attention: hurricanes, earthquakes, bombings in Gaza, shootings in Colorado. The media bombard us with images, coverage, analysis, and repetition of all of the suffering, exploding, and ghastliness, and IContinue reading “Funerals for six-year-olds, or, moving some of that emotion through”
