I live in Phoenix, Az and have a 6 year old son who is my life. The tragedy on Friday shook me to the core. I still struggle with it when I think of those beautiful little ones dying so afraid in a hail of bullets. No one, especially a child should have those realities to deal with. I was still very distraught Friday when I got home from work after following the story most of the day. After hugging my son repeatedly and reassuring him that I love him more than anything in the whole world I still felt as if I was going to breakdown. I needed to run and scream and cry and that's exactly what I did. My house borders the desert where I regularly trail run and hike. Off I went, with tears streaming down my face trying like hell to make sense of it. It still escapes me why this happened. Halfway through my run is a mountain that I hike. At the summit is a tribute to fallen soldiers consisting of many rocks piled up with names and dates of rest. All of this is guarded over by a single American flag that proudly waves up there. Overcome with grief, I added at the base of this memorial a flat rock that held 20 little pebbles. The small pebbles are protected by the larger rocks of the soldiers and in a very small way this brought a bit of comfort to me. I, like many people, felt compelled to something but didn't know what. This was my small way of paying respect and remembering those precious sons and daughters that were taken from us way too soon. Rest in Peace little ones...
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