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The daughter of slain Sandy Hook Elementary School Principal Dawn Hochsprung, Erica Lafferty, recalls her last day with her mother:
It was a cold Sunday afternoon at the lake house and Chris and I were packing up to go home. Like she did every weekend when we left, Mom followed us outside to say goodbye. Before I hopped into the truck she gave me one of her famous Dawn hugs and a big Mommy kiss.
As I was closing the door I looked at her and told her I love her for the very last time. She took about four steps from the truck and spun around on her tippy toes, opened the truck door and whispered something that I cannot repeat (as to not ruin the oh-so-proper reputation of Dawn Alyson) and laughed her beautiful Dawn laugh… she said “I love you baby” and closed the door.
As we backed down the driveway she stood at the top waving until the truck was out of view. I had no idea that this was going to be the last time that I saw my beautiful Mommy, my best friend in the entire world…
Read Erica Lafferty’s full story here.
It’s been equally tough realizing how much time has just kind of beaten that Columbine shock into just this hardened disappointment thing.
For people my age, it’s just happened all our lives, and it sucks and we hate it, but there’s just always so much going on, ya know? Like, you’re mad because you feel guilty for being somewhat emotionally prepared, but realistically you know that only so much time can pass. It just happens again, and again, and again, and that stillness can only last so long, and lately it feels like there’s been virtually no stillness at all.
You judge yourself for not feeling it hit you like a ton of bricks. Instead, it kind of just slowly washes over you. But for me, it’s like growing up in some vicious sort of circus, and my conscience is standing outside of the cage, judging me for not being completely shocked and terrified when a tiger comes out of the floor, and after 22 years, I want to yell at him and say, “What the fuck do you expect me to do? How am I supposed to feel about something that I’ve seen for the one-hundred-millionth time? Like, I wish I was fucking shocked and terrified, too.”
But I don’t say anything to him at all. I just fight the tiger off as best I can, again, staring the man in the face and asking myself questions I don’t have answers to.
Sweatpants & Pop Culture |”Midsummer in Newtown” – Movie Review
In the documentary “Midsummer in Newtown”, Director and filmmaker, Lloyd Kramer follows three families affected by the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary that occurred in December 2012. It is set around the community’s production of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, starring the children of Newtown, Connecticut. The cameras follow Tain and Sammy from auditions, to the days after curtain call. We also…