Thursday, November 19, 2015

When You're Gone - #NaBloPoMo 19

Just before arriving home tonight, I got the news that a former camper and counselor at the overnight camp that Hannah attends, and where I am a member of the Board, an 18 year old boy, was killed by a terrorist in Israel today. Hannah knew Ezra Schwartz and is the same age as one of his younger brothers.

Frankly, there are just no words.

Yesterday's #NaBloPoMo prompt was the question, "What do you hope people remember about you after you're gone?" I thought about it for a few moments, but it wasn't something I wanted to write about. A legacy is something I don't even want to think about at the age of 38. I don't think many 18 year olds spend much time thinking about it either, but tonight, tributes and remembrances are pouring in.

I didn't know Ezra, but tonight I join those who did and mourn his all too early loss. May his memory be for a blessing for all that knew him. And may we stop the need for this near-constant mourning in the world as well.

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