Little kids.
Get 'em up, feed 'em breakfast, pack a lunch, and send them off to school.
"See you when you get home. I love you".
Except . . . . . . they are never coming home . . . . . . . . . . . . ever.
I can't even wrap my head around that.
I've lost plenty of family members, as have most people.
Some were expected (disease, old age), and we were able to mentally prepare, but it still hurt.
Some were active duty military. We knew the risk, and were prepared for that possibility. But it still hurt.
I was working near Columbine when that happened. We saw the helicopters, and heard the sirens, and figured something really big must be up. I only found out when I got home that night.
I had friends who had kids there. Fortunately, theirs got out ok.
My daughter would have been at the theater in Aurora, but decided not to go at the last minute.
I have attended church at Wedgewood with Reece. The congregation there was clearly touched by that event.
Today, I was at a customers' house on a service call. As I was adjusting his TV, the news of today was on.
As we watched, he told me that his son had been killed at Wedgewood.
The world got very, very small.
We sat there quietly for a few moments.
While I struggled to comprehend it, I knew this man knows exactly what those parents in Connecticut are feeling.
Sorry if I am rambling. This just hits too close to home.
Hug your kids, and say a prayer for those who can't.