My God. Another shooting. It’s different for me this time though. Closer. A lot closer…
As I entered my chemistry class for the last time tonight, to take my final exam, it was much more than just chemical equations, mole to mole conversions, and polyatomic ions filling my brain…my mind was on the shootings at Clackamas Town Center as well.
Evening before last, my beautiful husband took our precious youngest children and their cousin, Jelly Bean, off of our hands so that we could prepare for this final exam. Jelly Bean’s mama, my little sister, and I are in Chemistry together – we went to the library. Tony, two five-year-olds, and a three year old went on an adventure of their own…
To the Clackamas Town Center.
They rode the carousel and the ferris wheel. They ordered sandwiches from Subway. They sent us pics and videos via text to laugh at while we crammed for our last test – and tonight as we took that test, in the exact part of the mall our little ones (and my big one) so thoroughly enjoyed two nights ago…a gunman opened fire on the happy crowd of families just like ours.
Parents grabbed their children in an effort to protect. Teenagers and their friends scattered. Husbands and wives fled in terror. People died tonight…affecting families like mine…where my family just spent an evening.
My God. Another shooting. It’s different for me this time though. Closer. A lot closer…
