There's talk of light, and hope, and how good trumps evil. People grieve and are kinder to each other.
But at some point routines re-surface, and the stabbing hurt that's settled on our hearts fades to a dull ache. As they say, "life goes on."
I don't know how.
I was in high school when the Columbine shooting happened - in a high school. I was a freshman in college when 9/11 happened, and wasn't too far out of college when the 2007 shooting at Virginia Tech occurred - only miles from where I went to school.
As Ben and I are trying to start a family I grieved for Aurora - because a parent should always feel safe when their kids go to a movie. So many people I love are runners, and in Boston on Monday, when runners should feel triumphant at finishing a marathon, they were scared, and injured, and fearful. It's like I'm growing up with these tragedies and each one is harder for me to move through.
I want to curl up in a ball and sob until my body is empty of tears.
If the tears are gone, does that mean this tragedy will be too? Does it mean we can fix the lives that were shattered by these senseless acts?
My tears don't re-assemble the pieces of the grieving parents of children who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Tears don't heal the hearts of people in the smoke, wondering where their loved ones were, as they lay there bleeding.
My heart is breaking. Every minute I'm thinking of someone's pain and suffering and I don't know how to move through it. Sure I go through every day motions - go to work, write emails, check social media - but I feel removed from it all. It seems wrong to put it out of my mind - why should I when some people are still living it?
What do you do when you can't fix something and you know the words you're saying aren't going to change anything?
What do you do when you can see someone's pain - lurking as if beneath the surface of the ocean, any ripple of water bringing forth waves of hurt?
How do you cope?
How do you possibly move on?