Last Friday afternoon, when Dominic hopped off his bus, I gave him an extra giant hug. I'm so glad that he was unaware of what had happened earlier in the day in Connecticut. Friday night, we purposely kept the television off for a while. We talked about what happened with Lauren and my stepson later on in the weekend. I think whether you have little kids, teens, grown up kids, grandchildren or no children, what transpired Friday morning, will be in our thoughts for a long time. Children especially are so innocent.
I took this picture recently of Dominic. He looks so peaceful when he is sleeping. When a tragedy occurs like what happened Friday morning, it makes me appreciate every moment that I have with the special people in my life. I have tried to make sense of it all and have come to the conclusion that it makes no sense. We lived back in the Washington, DC area at the time of September 11. I can remember like it was yesterday, how I felt. My stepson was at his high school, Lauren was in kindergarten and the hubby was at work in the heart of downtown DC. The not knowing feeling of whether they were all okay was horrible. When the hubby did make it home from work, we went up to Lauren's school and the administration wouldn't let our kids out, it was locked down. A bunch of us parents circled around the school trying to get in so we could get our children. I can't even wrap my mind around what the parents of the kids at the school in Connecticut must have been feeling last Friday morning. I pray that in the coming days, months and years they find a way to cope with this tragedy. My thoughts and prayers go out to all of the children and adults that were taken too early from their loved ones.