I have to be sad on here one more time. I am still grieving for those parents. I keep thinking about how heartbreaking mundane tasks around the house must be now as they find reminders in the usual places. Like, what happens when they find their child’s dirty laundry in the hamper? A pair of shoes by the door, a favorite box of cereal in the cupboard? What about their little toothbrushes on the sink?
I wrote a reaction piece for the HuffPo, and you can read it here. This Christmas, I’m counting my blessings and filing away each new memory with supreme gratitude.