I was going to write an insightful post today on my activities yesterday. Yesterday I helped my ex-husband check into an alcohol rehab hospital. It was hard but really one of the best days of my life because finally he will get the help he needs and hopefully will be on the road to a happy future, where he finds his smile and his life again. I know he’s so tired and I am so proud of him.
I was going to write about that but then I heard that a guy I went to high school with was killed in the shooting at Clackamas Town Center yesterday. I am reminded of how randomly lucky I am, worse things are always happening. I am devastated for this family. And for the family of the other victim who died and all the people who went to a mall to shop and let the kids sit on Santa’s knee, and eat at Panda Express or get a Jamba Juice. Just out on a Tuesday living their lives and then some asshole with a gun decides he’s going out in a fucking blaze of glory. Instead of just sticking the gun in his mouth and sparing us all, he has to go into a mall with 10,000 people in it and start shooting at random.
Can anyone explain this to me?