P1 First Person: On the power of grief
By Heath Jepson
It was a cold, blustery, December afternoon as I walked from my truck towards the front of my son’s elementary school. Much like countless other parents across this country, I was having a hard time focusing.
My thoughts bounced back and forth between the uncomfortable cold, the necessities of everyday responsibilities, and the incessant news reports concerning the recent slaughter of the innocents in Connecticut.
I may not have been the only potential sheepdog at this school on this day, but I would lay odds that I was the only armed sheepdog guarding the flock.