There are an unsettling number of people around us who are just not thinking right. From frighteningly fragile to deeply disturbed, people who just can’t fathom what they see before them.
Some are gazing inward, cowering.
Others are scrutinizing the immediate world around them, considering retreat.
And there are those keeping their eyes on the horizon, taking aim on demons they’ve yet to actually see.
Any of them could be equally horrified by what they perceive,
but I really can’t distinguish which of them could be more horrifying.
Essentially more tragic.
Ultimately, more dangerous.
And any number of them are capable of being absolutely delightful, engaging and personable.
I believe I might have loved a few.
J. K. R. Nash IV
I remember a Monday night in December of 1980, coming home from work and having our three-year-old daughter Emmie tell me “a bad man shot Sgt. Pepper.”
And I remember when she came home from school some fourteen years later, having heard the news myself and seeing the look on her face.
I told her how deeply sorry I was for her loss.
“Kurt Cobain” could be any name in this story. “John Lennon” just a name in mine.
But when you find someone who can hear the words of the echoes in your mind and make sense of them, help you make sense of them, the loss is devastating.
This is a touching, brilliant reflection of such a tragedy.
I passed it on to Emmie, posted it on her Facebook page, and she said it perfectly: