After the horrific acts committed yesterday by a man who may very well be schizophrenic, and most certainly is at least troubled, I can't help but be grateful for our little family's, and our extended family's, safety.
You see, we very well could have been there. We have all gone to Gabby's rallies before, and other political events. We adore her, always have. The idea that we very well could have been caught in that massacre is exceptionally sobering.
We don't personally know anyone who was injured or killed in the bloodbath, but we have learned that the husband of the doula who runs the mom and baby group at our local birth center was injured. Our hearts go out to her, and we're very thankful that he is alright.
But a nine year old girl is not. A vivacious, bright girl who was at the rally because she had just been elected to student council and wanted to see what it was like to be a member of Congress. A girl who had been born during the tragedy of September 11, 2001, lost her life in another senseless tragedy.
A 30 year old Giffords staffer who had just gotten engaged and was planning his wedding is not alright.
A 79 year old man threw himself onto his wife to save her life-- and did so, at the expense of his own.
A much loved Federal judge who wanted to see his good friend, the Congresswoman Giffords, is not alright.
Six people dead, 14 injured, one-- our beloved Gabby-- critically so.
It's so hard to fathom this happening in our own backyard. We're all so shaken, and I can't help but be thankful that we and our loved ones are safe and happy.