Last week I wept.
I wept for the fear.
I wept for the loss.
I wept for a world that will no longer be the same.
Small tears that barely even showed to my colleagues on the screen.
Last week I wept.
I wept as I said out loud how afraid I am for our country.
I wept as I felt fear about our leaders.
I wept for a nation that will be irrevocably changed forever.
Small tears that barely even showed to my husband lying next to me.
Last week I wept.
I wept for the children who seem to be unseen and unheard.
I wept for the elderly who are dying alone with no one there.
I wept for those who cannot sit Shiva, cannot wail together in mourning.
Small tears that barely even showed to my children running in the yard.
This week I weep.
I weep in grief for all that is lost.
I weep in awe for all that is gained.
I weep for the collective.
Small tears that gave me the resolve to keep going.
There are no hard and fast rules to rebellion.
Carry on.
Love,
Dr. Melissa Bird