I thought each call would be easier than the previous, but it’s just the opposite. Perhaps my numbness is fading, and my grief is sinking in. Or perhaps I’m just tiring of sharing with others the reality that my mother has died — tiring of sharing the circumstances and the details of how we’re all reacting, what we’re planning, how we feel.
My father played hockey in his teens, on rock-hard New Hampshire ice, and he continued playing until he was 80, and he would have continued playing had he not lost a battle in front of the net a dozen years ago, fallen backward, hit his head, and lost consciousness. His doctor told him to quit the game — quit the battles.
Alyssa Alhadeff, 14 – student.
Scott Beigel, 35 – geography teacher.
Martin Duque Anguiano, 14 – student.
Nicholas Dworet, 17 – student (senior).
Aaron Feis, 37 – assistant football coach.
Jaime Guttenberg, 14 – student.
Chris Hixon, 49 – the school’s athletic director and a Naval Reservist, with one tour in Iraq.
Luke Hoyer, 15 – student.
Cara Loughran, 14 – student.
Gina Montalto, 14 – student.
Joaquin Oliver, 17 – student.
Alaina Petty, 14 – student.
Meadow Pollack, 18 – student, accepted to college.
Helena Ramsay, 17 – student.
Alex Schachter, 14 – student.
Carmen Schentrup, 16 – student, and a National Merit Scholar semifinalist.
Peter Wang, 15 – student, and a member of the JROTC program.
[Credit to CNN]
You don’t need to have lost a child at Sandy Hook.
You don’t need to have lost a close friend at Sandy Hook.
You can still recognize John Donne’s universal message – a meditation he wrote nearly 400 years ago – that each passing affects us all, as we are all members of the continent, all part of the main.
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Special thanks to Steffi Smarsly for translation assistance.
Als ich 8 war, lebte ich im Norden Deutschland, im Schatten von Hamburg – eine der Wohnungen meiner Vorfahren. Mein Zuhause wurde dann Deutsch. Meine Schule war Deutsch. Mein Essen war Deutsch. Meine Freunde waren Deutsche. Ich war Deutsch. Continue reading “So Deutsch wie mein Großvater”