A letter to my daughter.

My dearest sunshine,

A terrible, terrible thing happened yesterday. A young man walked into a school in Connecticut and for reasons unknown, opened fire. Many people died. Most were kids. Kids. You are a kid.

My stomach felt like it had hot rocks in it. It took all my self control not to leave work, scoop you up, and take you home. A large part of me worked really hard to act normal when all I wanted to do was smother you with kisses and hugs and cry.

There will never be an easy way to talk about loss and tragedy. These concepts are different for everyone, and are never something to take lightly.

Know that your Dad and I will do all we can to keep you safe.

This will mean there will be times you hate us for it. (Your Aunt D, P and Uncle S are prepared for you to run to them when you decide to run away.) You will not always understand why we do what we do.

We love you more than life itself.


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