Today was kind of a mess. I’ve been so stressed out about the incident last week that I really hadn’t allowed myself to see how upset it had made me. It’s really heartbreaking to see my daughter still suffering the after-effects of trauma, and I wish I knew how to help.
Today my stomach hurt all day just thinking about it. I feel this weird mix of anger and hurt and shock and sadness. I don’t think the burglar will ever understand the effects his actions have had on our family. I know we’ll be all right, but it will take time.
I went to my son’s orchestra concert tonight, and the finale was a symphony and choir (an enormous choir, at that) doing the Hallelujah Chorus from Handel’s Messiah. That music gets to me every time. Gives me goosebumps. That was a nice way to take my mind off things.