The Day After
This is not the post I thought I would write. But in retrospect, especially after the Brexit vote, I’m not sure why I thought otherwise.
The cold, grey rain outside matches the mood in the house. We went to bed last night at 1 am. We didn’t know the results until we woke up this morning.
I tried to explain what happened to the kids, but I failed, miserably. Their fears are very concrete: What will happen to the marriages of gay family members? What will happen to their Muslim friend? Our fears are a lot more amorphous, and the only answer we’ve found is that we just don’t know.
I wish I had better words, but they’re really failing me this morning.