I met Pat Maisch at the Fire Station #1, at 10 o'clock on a sunny, cool, Tucson morning. She held me as I wept. I thanked the fire chief for the upcoming bell-ringing ceremony, and thanked the EMT and the Fire Fighter who were standing by. They understand the irony and the absurdity and the horror best of all.
As Pat says, I'm so glad they are in my life and I hate the fact that they are in my life.
At 10:10, the bell began ringing. 6 mournful tones, each one ripping just a little bit deeper into my heart. A pause. Then, 13 strikes, for those of us wounded but surviving. I shivered and remembered.
Pat wrote an editorial published in the Arizona Star on Sunday morning. I'm copying it here for you. Read it and see why I love this woman. Pay careful attention to the parts about speaking out in the Senate and in the halls of Congress; she was detained by the police for those. This is a person who puts her body where her mouth is.
As for me, I wept. Then I drove to the YarnBombing site and did good deeds all afternoon, sitting outside in the sunshine, stitching together panels from Arizona and Washington and Arkansas. I was smiling as I drove home to hug JannyLou and Fast Eddie, the world's best next door neighbors.
The sun came up today and I was here to see it. By definition, it's a good day.