She cant wait to see her son
and daughter coming home from School. She just dropped them off
not even an hour ago but misses them so much already. She runs
home after she forgot her bag. The phone rings. They tell her he
children wont be coming home. They joined god. The phone drops to
the floor and cracks. Her knees buckle. They say those two rooms
in the house will no longer be ocupied. The toys on the floor, no
longer played with. Those art projects no longer being made. That
Christmas tree in the corner, will not have preasents with their
names on it. They are gone. She rushes to the school. There she
sees kids jumping to her parents arms. But hers, lay still
coverd by a sheet. Nothing. Nothing.
RIP those who were killed. 12-14-12. We lost 28 lives but gained
28 angles.
You Will Be Missed
Victums Of
The Sandy Hook Elementry Shooting
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