After spending hours crying, writing and occasionally curling up in a fetal position attempting to make sense of the tragedy in Newtown, CT, I was struck by an odd anger.
I drove to my daughter’s school to go pick her up at the end of the day after I had successfully avoided the urge to pull her out early for extra hug and kisses time. During my journey to school I witnessed a group of adults on a corner conversing and laughing, on another I saw a Meter Maid giving out a ticket, and the guy on the corner of 19th and Judah was still hawking Giants T-shirts, even though the season is long gone. It made me mad that they weren’t all racked with overwhelming emotions like me. Where was their moment of silence? This was not the time for laughter, tickets and t-shirts. But for us left behind, the hours, days, months and years will carry on. But the show must go on. A beautiful marriage of the “show must go on” mentality paired with a meaningful memorial was the opener for this weekend’s Saturday Night Live.
Check it out below: