I’m not ok.
I heard the news after I came back from baseball with my sons. Three fallen police officers, Mounties, killed by some kid with a hate-on for cops. Two more in the hospital. A whole community threatened (still threatened as I write this…)
I responded like anyone would. Shock, but then relief that it wasn’t anyone we knew. Then gratitude for the life my family has, tossed in with some serious denial that this could ever happen to my husband. Then I thought I was “good to go”. I thought it was ok to watch the news, ok to wait for updates, ok to tuck my kids into bed, and to finally go to sleep.
But I didn’t want to sleep. I watched the news. I saw the unnecessary image of an officer’s blood on the pavement. I watched grown men cry, giving news briefs, heartbroken. I read Facebook – saw the…
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