I thought I’d go numb. Like I usually do. Chalk it all up to present day “reality” and soldier on. But today I can’t do that. I’m feeling it. All of it. The worst mass shooting in modern American history happened yesterday, and one of my heroes, one of the beacons on my horizon, passed away. Tom Petty.
We’ve seen a rash of both over the past couple years. Mass shootings and the musical heroes of my generation dying too young. It’s easy to become desensitized and accustomed to such things.
And that’s how I was feeling. Until yesterday. A space opened up inside and today I feel as sensitive as I can remember.