This morning begun as most begin in California. The tour on the television, the coffee brewing and me, in my comfy chair, checking my work e-mail and preparing to start my day.
Is the tide low? Should I run or crossfit? Should I go at ten? Bradley Wiggins is so tall and thin - he just might win this thing. I want to be a stage girl when I grow up. I can't believe I missed the whole broadcast this morning, maybe I'll watch the news a bit...
My computer on my lap, I lent half an ear to Matt Lauer as he spoke about Aurora, about a midnight showing of Batman and about a shooting.
Again, Colorado? Oh my gosh, how incredibly sad, I couldn't imagine. That is so far away.
Suddenly my attention was riveted to Lauer as he interviewed a seventeen year old boy who had been in the theater. And just like that, the magnitude of the tragedy hit home.
That could have been my littles, there, at the midnight showing. They love Batman. They always. That could have been Johnny, leading his friends, his friend's brother, out of the theater, to safety. Who tripped on blood, who'll forever have nightmares. That could have been any of our children who will never graduate high school or have families of their own, whose lives were cut short in that instant.
I don't often let myself go to that place, that what-if place. It fills me with anxiety that does me no good. But something about the boy, his strength, his vulnerability, it hit home.
That could have been my son.
I can't erase the image from my mind and my heart breaks for the mothers, the families, who must find some way to survive in the aftermath.
What if?
Hold them close today, my friends.
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