My weekends are often busy. My wife and I struggle to balance the things we have to do with the things we want to do with the people we want to see and the sleep we want to get. As a result, we treasure any weekend that has a significant amount of free time.
This past weekend was one of those blessed few. Chantel, J.R. and I spent a lot of time outside and disconnected from electronics. It was wonderful, but it also meant that I didn’t hear anything about the tragedy in Charlottesville, Virginia until I checked NPR.org late on Saturday night.
As I spent nearly an hour getting caught up on the news, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. Writing this today, I still feel that way, and I join the chorus of good people who are grieving for Heather Heyer, Lieutenant Cullen, Trooper Bates and the dozens of those injured over the weekend.