I can’t shake the sadness and Lucy holds my cheeks.
“Why are you crying?”
“Because I can still touch you.” Because it won’t last forever.
Because news like this, of people I love, breaks my heart. Because when it comes relentless, day after day, there is no respite between the darts for the wounds to heal.
A hanging. A murder-suicide. Jailed without trial. Five hours in line for a food card that will never be granted. Girls kept from school. Stones thrown at refugees. Cancer before thirty. Blood clots on the brain.
The shackles of darkness squeeze tight, strangulate.
Happy weekend. We are happy here because we get to video Skype with the two in Kenya. Happyhappy.