7/8/16 in Every day scata

“only a good guy with a gun can stop a bad guy with a gun,” because as it turns out, even a whole lot of good guys with guns could not stop this bad guy, not without risking even more lives. ~ Daily Kos

My sister sent me a text first thing this morning about the shooting in Dallas. Her ex husband is a police captain. One of the reasons they drifted apart was because of the fact that he was a cop. It’s nerve wracking to worry about someone in the force. I’m still kind of close to him (he’ll always be my brother in law) I still worry about him.

We talked about all the shootings that have happened. She is just as pissed as I am about bad cops giving good cops a bad name. Pissed about the insanity of Orlando. We hurt for everyone.

We talked about it all, and we cried.

I’m glad she got in touch with me. Even though we have our differences, we understand each other. I’m glad we had each other to cry with. Isn’t that sad? That we have to have that someone to cry with? It’s fucked up.

As I sit here, I’m trying not to watch the news. I feel everything too deeply. I wish I could do something other than cry.

But there isn’t a damn thing I can do, is there?