I don’t know what to write.

I don’t know what to say.

I’ve been watching and seeing and crying and wondering and explaining for the last 48 hours.

This morning I headed to NYC with my sons. We left the house at 6:30AM. Because it was so early, I didn’t turn on the TV… which is usually how I get my morning news.

I had spent the day before explaining to my sons – all of them – about what was going on RIGHT HERE in our nation.

I thought the drive to NYC would be filled with some more talking, my son William asks lots of questions and I love that about him. I was preparing myself for more open discussion and more trying-to-explain the horrible things that had happened.

And then I turn on the radio about 9:15AM. I never drive without the radio on, but the boys wanted to watch a movie… so I drove in silence, just enjoying the road, my sons and my thoughts. As soon as the movie was over, the news of Dallas rang thru the car. Disbelief. Sadness.

What is happening in our country?

In our own backyards?

I don’t know what to say. I don’t know the proper words to put out there.

But I just want to say, my heart… my prayers… my thoughts… they are there.

They are there.