Dealing with this weekend’s tragedy has been difficult. Obviously, it was massively difficult for the primary individuals involved, but it’s been hard as well for those of us on the outside looking in.
I’m actually a little bit surprised at how much many of us are emotionally invested in all this Naugler stuff. I’m not sure why, but I know we are.
I’ve spent hours trying to figure out how to respond to it. My gut instinct is to be merciful and kind, and that’s why I opted to write about the funeral. On the other hand, being sappy would be transparently fake, and I can’t be dishonest.
So I have vacillated wildly.
And while I’ve been vacillating, I’ve also dealt with some really nasty shit from Naugler humpers who have piled on with the old “why don’t you do something else with your time” and “crazy old bat” and “why don’t you take up knitting” and all the rest.
But in the midst of the sorrow, and the emotional roller coaster, and the struggle to stay in the realm of honesty while at the same time exhibiting at least a bit of compassion, I got this.
One donation is not better than another simply due to the amount. I do not want to imply that. Everyone has different means. Some folks can’t donate at all right now. Others have donated a little bit. Debra is working her little self to death doing this.
But this sure did brighten my day. It helped remind me why I do this, why it’s important that I do this, and why knitting is not a good substitute.
My sincere thanks to all of you for reading.