Moving

So I'm not done thinking about Keith Songer's tragic death. Mostly, I've thought about his death first thing in the morning ever since I heard. But the way it feels is changing. I heard on Thursday, and spent that whole day and most of Friday in shock. While it's still shocking, I have been feel it less and am now mostly sad for his family.

It's like I've got a pre-set amount of times to be shocked by something like this. Then, once I've used those up, it moves into another phase.

Grief, death and healing have happen so sporadically in my life that I have no idea what to do when it comes around again. I don't pretend I know.

Still praying for the the Keith's family.