All was not well. The first
graders came to sing carols at the center and I had what I guess was an anxiety
attack. My mind kept seeing the rows of children falling from bullets. I had to
leave feeling the come-aparts were going to explode in me. I looked at the
others who were smiling and enjoying the children and no one else seemed
uncomfortable. It brought up the shock and helplessness of Kim’s unexpected
death.
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