I was going to go silent here for a day. Because it is hard to find words right now. The pictures are so horrific, I don’t know how to make sense of it all.
Yet, silence feels wrong.
I have nothing to offer, other than a donation to Doctors Without Borders. But I have nothing real to offer. I am not a doctor. I am not a medic. I am not there.
All I have to offer is all most of us have to offer. Sympathy. Funds. And a promise to appreciate that my children – tonight – are in warm beds with full bellies.