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This is Emily. She is my 6-year-old sister. Isn’t she beautiful? She has been such an important part of my life for six long years.
I can’t imagine getting a call saying there was a shooting at her elementary school and that she, along with nineteen of her little friends, didn’t make it.
My life would be changed forever.
But I would not suffer for myself. I would not yet grieve the remaining years without her presence. Not yet.
Because all I would be able to think about is how she didn’t make it home. How scared she must have been. How she must have missed me, my mother, my sister, my father, my dog. How badly she must have wanted to come home. I would have instantly felt her fear, her confusion, and her heartache. I would have felt what she never would: almost twenty years of life. Her life cut short. Her innocence halted. Her blissful existence terminated. An entire lifetime to form friendships, relationships, discover a dream, work towards that dream, laugh, cry, love, cut short. Countless years that she was meant to enjoy, learn from, grieve from, and just LIVE, would be no more.
I am so sorry to the mothers and fathers and siblings and grandmothers and grandfathers and families in Connecticut who could not see their little angels come home. I am so sorry. I am sorry for their suffering in their last moments of life. I am sorry you lost such an important piece of your life. I am sorry you won’t be able to see them grow and see who they were supposed to become. I am so sorry their lives were cut so short.
I don’t know if I believe in a God or a heaven. But may they rest in blessed peace wherever they are now.
My sincerest condolences to all shattered families.
To all of you who do have a little one at home, I will concur with Obama, hug them a little tighter tonight. And make sure they know you love them. And make sure they feel the safety you provide and the care you give.
I love you so much Emily.
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