I will never forget December 14th, 2012. I was in math class when my teacher turned on CNN and we watched the news of the Newtown shootings live. Soon we saw pictures of the faces of those lost, and the pain started. Many of my classmates were in tears that day, myself included.
At home my Dads, my Mom and Grandma hugged me tight, and later my boyfriend and I embraced, tears filling our eyes, speechless about what had happened.
Over the next week we watched the funerals, the continued news coverage, and admired Anderson Cooper's grace in interviewing those affected. We too mourned with those of Newtown. Total strangers came and offered their love and gifts to a town shaken by tragedy.
Time, as it always does, will move on. Those strangers to Newtown will leave as friends. The media will move on the the next big story but they will never be the same. Soon the days will be longer and warmer, grass will grow on those graves, ashes will be scattered. Headstones will be erected and dedicated. Birthdays of those fallen souls will come and go, and December 14th will come once again, but it'll have a different meaning now.
They will be remembered. Eventually there will be a permanent memorial to them, a place that many will visit to grieve and to relive to lives taken.
We will never forget them.