The local news is on; it’s never on in my home. Usually the news is too bleak. But today, on this Sunday morning, I must watch. Nothing else matters. Tears roll down my face as I see #PrayForOrlando plastered across Facebook, twitter and every news outlet.
“The worst mass shooting in U.S. history.”
“Up to 50 dead and 53 injured.”
I don’t understand. I can’t comprehend why. If we can’t get rid of guns in America, we need to end homophobia. I spent my morning texting friends. Receiving messages from frantic loved ones to see if I am ok. It shouldn’t have to be this way. My mom shouldn’t have to worry about me. And my friends should feel safe to go to any club they so choose. Whether they are black, white, purple, gay, straight or something in between. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter to me. Why does it matter to anyone else?
In between the tears, I have anger. Anger for the fact that Orlando had two shootings in two nights. Christina Grimmie was shot and killed at a club a few miles from my home. A senseless act. Then 24 hours later, many gun shots were fired a few miles from there, at Pulse nightclub. A club my friends and I have gone to. I used to live a block away. And now living only a couple miles away, I don’t feel any more safe than before. Because no where is safe.
I’m not leaving my apartment today, on this Sunday. I can’t. Maybe it’s fear and maybe it’s mostly sadness. No weekending for me today. No real posts for me this week. Only this: #PrayForOrlando
More love. Less hate. Love is love is love is love is love…….