In no particular order, with no thought to ranking them for importance, here's what I'm thinking 730 days into my life after bullets. I was going to recycle an old post, but TBG said that you might be interested in how I'm doing, how I'm feeling, what I have to say. I guess it still hasn't hit me that anyone pays any attention to me.
TBG is waxing eloquent about Christina-Taylor's mom, Roxanna Green. He's using words like brave, which is a big deal for my guy. He compliments sparingly. According to TBG, my girlfriend is a beacon of graciousness in the darkness of this event, and I couldn't agree with him more.
I couldn't be the woman I am today were she and her husband, John, not the people they are: kind, unwilling to assign blame, realistic, forward looking, full of determination and an open-hearted embrace of the world as it is... and as they, and we, can make it. They've taken the platform which tragedy presented and created an infrastructure of healing and helping and financial support for good deeds.
I've never written any of that before. They're private people, but then, weren't we all two years and two days ago. I keep details of our friendship just that, our details. But the broad brush strokes are worth sharing. I'm glad I did.
I'd love to be a fly on the wall as members of Congress look Gabby and Mark in the eye and refuse to consider reasonable gun controls. Americans for Responsible Solutions is taking the fight to the belly of the politicians' beast; by communicating directly with the constituents that elect them
Their presence alone is worth gazillions; the woman has star power in spades and she's married to the only untarnished American hero extant. It won't take as much money as you are afraid that it will, but it will take some.
Are you ready for action? Do you wonder why your Congress is not responsive to what's obvious to most everyone except the NRA? Are you are interested in responsible gun ownership and legislation and enforcement that makes sense? If so, click on over and join the conversation.
Hearing Gabby tell Diane Sawyer that she is lonely nearly broke my heart tonight. She should be leading the charge for this legislation herself. If that alone isn't enough to spur this country to action ....
I went to Ben's Bells and got two bells to hang from a random branch. I went to UMC for a not very private ceremony and I cried. I went to Prince Elementary and ate spinach at lunch with the kids before we walked around the playground, singing "I'm Popeye the Sailor Man." I had lunch at my favorite french cafe before PT and then I ran to the Pima County Attorney's office for an AM talk show interview on the wonderfulness that is their Victim's Services program. I returned the rental car twice - please, don't ask - and came home to watch snippets of myself on television.
A year ago that agenda would have been an insurmountable challenge. Right now, I'm a little bit tired but not too achy.
Progress is now measured in seasons. It's taking some getting used to.
Then, again, I'm here to get used to it, am I not?