I was so sad and nervous and shaking at points.
Now, two days later, I'm much better. I've gone through all the stages of grief, and am mostly at the acceptance stage. So actaully it was less bad then a break up, since those usually take longer.
There is still anger and sadness occasionally though, but it's okay. My family will make a bubble where we take care of each other.
Last night, at book club, I was actually pretty touched when I saw white girls be super sad and mourning and questioning whether they should've done more. And it gave me faith in the younger generation. We're going to be okay because they are okay.
Slowly, we will outbreed hate.