I was never one of those moms who grieved their kids growing up. I thought it was great.
I didn’t want them to be babies forever. 288 more words
I woke up twenty times last night and each time I thought the same thought. Their mothers must still be shrieking. Shrieking and keening. Making sounds they never heard themselves make. 431 more words
I wrote this three years ago. I still feel the same. I cannot fathom the sorrow that the Sandy Hook parents felt about their children. And I am still so sorry.