two young men have lost their lives. both entirely too young to be gone. one 20 one 17. i can't even begin to image losing a child. as a mother how do you continue? how do you get out of bed the next day. i keep seeing my grandmother leaning over my dad's hospital bed. crying, saying you aren't supposed to bury a child, you aren't supposed to bury a child. my dad was 58. and it was still so hard for my grandma to understand.
how do you say goodbye to two young men who barely had the chance to live? i picture these boys mother's having to tell their child goodbye. both of them taken so suddenly and not getting the chance to say goodbye and i love you one last time.
so tonight, i let my kids stay up later. i hugged them a little tighter. i kissed them a little longer. and i look at them and i am scared.
i pray that no one else has to go through what these families are facing right now.
both of these families are made of good people. good people that have had terrible, horrible, rotten things happen to them. i know i don't know the big picture, but the piece that i see right now sucks.
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