Dear Diary: Too Many Children Are Dying
- Della
- 5 days ago
- 1 min read
Dear Diary:
I am hurting today.
Children are dying.
Again.
At school. At church.
Where they’re supposed to be safe.
Parents sent their kids off in the morning.
And never got to hug them again at pickup.
How do you even breathe after that?
And you know what makes me sick?
Nothing changes.
The cycle repeats.
The same headlines.
The same heartbreak.
The same “thoughts and prayers.”
I can’t.
I drop my girls at school joyfully each day.
But inside? I’m terrified.
I'm terrified to admit that I even think this.
I'm terrified because it's always in the back of my mind.
Because it could be us next.
I'm OUTRAGED.
I'm HORRIFIED.
I'm DEVASTATED.
So I’ll say this as blunt as I can:
Prayers are not a substitute for action.
Prayers don’t stop bullets.
Prayers don’t rewrite laws.
Prayers don’t keep children alive.
We need leaders who care more about kids than politics.
Than money.
Than party lines.
Than fucking guns.
We need laws that actually protect lives.
We need action.
I’m writing letters.
I’m demanding more.
And I’m asking you to do it too.
Because sympathy without action is just noise.
And the noise is deafening.
Prayers may comfort.
But only action will save lives.
Do something.
Love,
Della
Write letters to your elected officials today, right now. No excuses.
Beautifully written. I feel your fear and rage. The inaction of your political class concerning gun control in America is criminal. It took six days for New Zealand to ban assault rifles after a white supremacist murdered 51 people in Christchurch. SIX DAYS!
Your politicians couldn't even pass a minimal law requiring extended background checks after 20 six and seven year olds were slaughtered at Sandy Hook. I realised then that America was fucked.