I wasn't going to write about Friday. I wasn't going to try to understand. I couldn't talk about it or even think about it without breaking down. I just wanted to go home and squeeze my daughter like every other parent did that night.
I am not quite sure when I realized that Morgan wasn't the only person I should be holding on to a little more tightly. Maybe it was when we talked to Morgan about what to do if she ever saw someone holding a gun. Maybe it was when David called his principal to see how she was holding up. Or maybe it was when my sister asked David if he would be willing to die for a student.
I am grateful my little family is still intact. My heart forever hurts for the families that are not.
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