We sat down as a family tonight.
We ate dinner.
I watched in what seemed like slow motion.
Crumbs falling from their mouths.
Ketchup dripping on their shirtless bellies.
On another day, I would have jumped up and grabbed a napkin. Not today.
Today I just watch.
A glaze over my dining room table turns to a social media replay…
The teacher who stood up having no idea who was bursting through that door.
The SWAT team ” hands in the air, hands in the air!”
The adolescent with their hands shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.
The football coach who laid down his life in hopes of saving just one from the gunfire.
The families standing outside waiting…
What would I have done?
What would you have done?
What would happen if they worked up the courage to sit at an empty table tonight, without their babies.
Without the crumbs.
Without the dripping ketchup.
With only their tears.
WITHOUT THEIR BABIES.
Just feel that for a moment. Let them mourn their most horrific loss, and mourn with them.