How can we help others grieving? When the world stops and everyone is moving on, a bitter root plants itself. The truth: life moves on. We will just ready ourselves for the next tragic shooting. Wondering who’s next. Wondering if the next one will be closer to home.

I would not want to be an instructor at MSU, trying to find the exact mindset to deal with my own grief while helping students.Questions they will ask. How can I accept this? How can I move on? How can I find some kind of solace?LIfe is irrevocably changed. A family’s heart will never beat the same.

How many times do we have to witness these kinds of crimes? How can this happen? All these unanswerable questions swirl through my mind today. I’m angry. I’m exhausted. I’m wondering how many more times I will hear this tragic news. Will I be the next victim in my own classroom because someone unbalanced and unhappy decides to turn a gun on others?

I’ve learned the skills to run, hide, lockdown in place. I’ve been instructed “It’s a good day to die!” by a former student leading drills. But can I stop a wound from bleeding? Can I be the teacher who protects her students with her own body?

Today, I’m full of grief, anger, and fear. Please, someone, tell me how we can stop this madness and the guns that destroy so many lives.