I don't even know really what to say. August feels like it has been a month of death. The summer has had this wave of mutilation over so many hearts and lives. Some of these deaths have little explanation and, sadly, some of them were preventable.
I am grateful that I made it out of the darkest days of my life alive. I am grateful that I am here to raise Atticus and enjoy each day of my life. I am grateful that I am not trapped in a prison of my own making and it is my greatest hope that those who are find their way out.