There is a hole in my soul.
An empty place where my friends once played.
Stolen, ripped out by a stranger with a gun.
How could this happen?
Innocent eyes, trusting, closed forever.
I don’t understand.
Grown-ups, once pillars of stone, tremble and hold us close.
They are anxious, shaken.
So am I.
Imagine having Sandy Hook Elementary School put the sign:
Jesse McCord Lewis became a hero on the Day the School is Shut Down.