August 4, 2019. I feel as if I should write, but the words feel dry in my mouth, not reaching my fingertips. What words could possibly add meaning or lift this dull numbness? But then, what can change anything, if not words?

Columbine. April 20, 1999.

Sandy Hook. December 14, 2012.

Charleston. June 17, 2015.

Orlando. June 12, 2016.

Las Vegas. October 1, 2017.

Parkland. February 14, 2018.

Gilroy. July 28, 2019.

El Paso. August 3, 2019.

Dayton. August 4, 2019.

So many dates and places and lives lost or forever damaged in between.

What was a national tragedy 20 years ago is another weekend in America in 2019. Schools, churches, nightclubs, outdoor festivals, stores. Bodies fallen in the midst of everyday activities; blood splattered in formerly safe spaces. Do any safe spaces remain?

Today, we begin to see the faces and ages, learn the names and stories of those who died. Children and young parents. Have last week’s victims even been buried yet?

We know the common denominators: mostly white male American citizens, the terrorist within. Assault weapons and multiple rounds of bullets. Anger and hate.

As communities, we are shocked, horrified, angry, and sad. We hear claims of strength and promises to recover. Thoughts and prayers abound. But as a nation, our leaders stand silent when actions would speak louder than words.

When will enough finally be enough?