It’s been a week since the horror at Sandy Hook Elementary, and honestly, I have not been able to blog since it happened. I just can’t figure out how writing about diabetes (or anything else) would make any sense in these days.
The irony for me, is that we are also preparing for Christmas – a time of magic, music, and joy. And yesterday I learned that my grandmother is dying. She is 103, and she is ready to be finished in this world; I know that. But it’s hard and sad nonetheless.
And what about all the people who were diagnosed with diabetes during the last week? How does that compare to a mass murder in an elementary school? Does it matter?
I guess I’ve taken a week off, so to speak, out of respect, and out of recognition that there really are no words. And words are what this blog is all about. I realize that the world goes on despite the Newtown families’ unimagineable grief, just as it will go on without my grandmother. New and good things will happen again. And those who now have diabetes will have the opportunity to learn about the disease, and make choices about how they will manage it. And their lives will go on too.
But for now it is still fresh, and really hard. And it’s ok to feel, to grieve – for a life, for a loved one, for a healthy body.