This is a letter written to my unborn son on the day of the Las Vegas shooting. I plan to give it to him when he is older and able to responsibly understand today’s events. I am currently 31 weeks pregnant.
I woke up today to terrible news. 50 people dead in Las Vegas. Another mass shooting, the worst in modern American history.
My heart feels heavy, and I can’t seem to focus on anything. All my other responsibilities feel trivial and unimportant. My mind is numb and my body feels sluggish. This is becoming an all too familiar feeling in America. Continue reading