After Friday’s tragedy, it is hard to pick up the pieces and get moving again. Not since September 11, 2001, have I spoken to colleagues, clients, friends and neighbors who are, have been, and continue to be, in tears, in shock, in mourning.
This isn’t like post-Hurricane Sandy where you can do something ─ donate food, collect blankets and clothing, clean-up and get things back into some kind of order. No, in the case of Newtown, we can’t make it right again.
We all share a sorrow so strong we feel physical pain inside. We express our disbelief with each other. So what do we do, do, do?
We start small. Very small. And the quiet depths of our sadness, we look up and begin to look forward.
But we do not forget.
We are scarred now, all of us.
But we carry on.