In the city my family and I call home, in the country I love, great tragedy has occurred. Today a soldier was killed in what some people are saying is an act of domestic terrorism. My heart is grieved for the family of this man, especially his young child who will now not grow up with their father around. I am saddened to see the terror that struck this city that I love. That friends were scared for their lives as they were put into a lock down situation in their work places. That nearly every school was in emergency mode and kids did not know what was happening.
While this day has affected me and many other citizens of this wonderful country we call home, there are some that were affected much more than others.
As the day has come to an end there are some things that keep circulating through my head. Some things that I just felt I needed to write down. And while these things might not be right, or popular, or agreed with, they are thoughts that I can’t ignore. When I reflect on the context I find myself in, I know that many of the people I call friends and love will disagree with me. But as I sit at my computer in the house that I call home in the city that I love, these two thoughts just seem to need to come out.