I’ve been blogging long enough that I can finally pull a few things from the archives. I’m reposting Warning: Grief Ahead from last December. I don’t need to recount the brokenness of the world today, the mass shootings, the terrorism, the xenophobia, the sheer awfulness of the things humans do to each other. I can’t formulate the words to express my thoughts and feelings. I’m muddled and I don’t know that I have much hope at this point. But in addition to holding my kids, I hold to what my son said at the end of last year’s blog post: The dead are underneath us, holding us up.