When the words “Rest in Peace,” “Charlie Kirk,” and “10.14.1993 – 9.10.25” appeared on my social media feed, I couldn’t believe it. I immediately dove into every detail about what had happened, trying to make sense of it all. The gravity of the news was palpable — and the hunger of grief, insatiable.
My familiarity with Charlie’s content was enough to understand his political position and beliefs, but there was so much more to him I didn’t know. And now, somehow, I find myself knowing him more intimately than some of my own family members. That alone speaks to the weight of this loss.
“Turning Point,” my dad said over the phone. “What a name.”
And it really is. A turning point — not just for the movement Charlie founded, but for many of us who now feel shaken. His vision was bold. His voice was unrelenting. And the void he leaves behind is immense.
I’ve been watching the 5.5-hour memorial on Daily Wire News, piece by piece:
As I continue processing, I plan to keep writing and remembering. I’m also holding space for something I haven’t yet seen: Jordan B. Peterson’s reflections. I imagine a reckoning when it comes.
If you’re looking for a place to process the assassination of Charlie Kirk — the shock, the sadness, the aftermath — I invite you to share in the comments. This is a space to reflect, not argue. You’re welcome here.
“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies,
it remains by itself alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.”
— John 12:24 (NASB)
TIME FOR PROVIDENCE 
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