So this is the latest update! They're not completed yet as I still need to cut out some felt to put on the backs, do a whip Stitch around the edges to neaten it up, and then attach a length of ribbon...
once they are all completed and assembled that I'm going to go over to the building and either place them on the memorial crosses if they are still there or I'm going to going to the building and see if there's a receptionist that I can talk to who can point me in the right direction and at the very least I know that one of the victims had a nice who was on a Facebook group that I'm apart of and I know I could reach out and see if she can at least get me one of the crosses
I am so glad that I'm doing something to pay it forward... And when I finally hold the cut up crosses in my hands... When I look at them and I look at the names on them my heart starts to feel heavy and I start to cry because I think about the families who lost someone important to them... I think about wife lost a husband and their six-month-old boy who will never know his father except through his mother and her stories and photographs... I think about the intern who went to college just 45 minutes from here it was set to graduate this spring so that he could start his life...
I think about all the could-have-beens but it fills my heart with sadness. I think about all the stories that go untold... With enough unfulfilled potential to feed the god of Akhaten for several lifetimes...
Then I think about how this happened so close to my home and I think about the ramifications... I think about how often this happens in our country how it'll probably continue to happen in our country because no politician wants to do anything because the NRA is so deep in their pockets..
and I think about a future where one day I'm going to have to send my child to school and I'm not going to know if she's going to make it home safe or that I'm going to get a phone call one day saying that I'm not allowed to pick up my child because the school is on lockdown...
I wish to God that we lived in a country where parents don't have to send their kids to school and have anxiety doing so... no parent should ever have to receive an email or a text or a phone call that makes their stomach drop 20 feet...
And as I compose this post... There are real tears streaming down my face at everything that I just said...