The Fraying Stitch: The Death of Charlie Kirk

I have no real voice, no platform that carries. I swirl in a speck of a speck of the cosmos. Nothing in common with Charlie Kirk. Our opinions, our lives, sit on opposite sides of the fence, the town, the cosmos itself.

What I see is another stitch in the fabric of social culture pulled apart. I see people, children, preparing for a civil war they’ve been told is coming. I see violence — not new, never new — violence with its thousand flavors and disguises.

And still, I wanted to recognize the tragedy. Because no matter where your opinions settle — in sympathy or dismissal, in silence or in anger — tragedy resists erasure. It lingers...

Author: R.E. Hengsterman, MSN, MA, M.E., RN

Registered nurse, night-shift administrator, and author of The Shift Worker’s Paradox

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