Yesterday, I woke up to text messages from friends and family asking if I was alright. I hadn’t heard yet, but one of the movie theaters I grew up going to had been the scene of a mass murder.
My high school friend’s husband. My college neighbor’s childhood friend. A fellow aspiring journalist. These are a few of the 12 victims of the Aurora Theater Shooting.
I was finally able to make it out to the memorial vigil across the street from the shopping mall and movie theater down the street from my house. I took pictures, and dealt with this the only way I know how.
In a town this small, it’s impossible not to know somebody directly affected by a tragedy of this scope. I can only hope that the healing begins soon.