EDITOR:The last week has been a very difficult week for much of the country. Watching the news coverage of the shootings in Aurora Colorado's Century 16 Theatre has been necessary but difficult.
The nightmare and relief began for me at 2 a.m. Central time when my son, Alex, called me. The first thing he said was "Mom you have to come get me, I can't live here anymore." Then, "She just dropped like a rag doll, a little girl, about 7, she was shot and just dropped like a doll, come get me."
He was just feet from little Veronica Moser-Sullivan who died, and another 7-year-old girl who was transported to a hospital ICU unit. Alex would only talk about the two babies and seeing them fall after being shot.
Since that call I've gone through so many emotions. First massive relief that my son is alive. Praying for the children he saw shot. Then guilt because I'm so luck when other families are living through the hell of massive injuries and the death of their family members.
Saturday I was in Jubilee to get some toilet paper. Just standing there I started crying. I couldn't think enough to just pick out toilet paper. I cried through the check out. I cried on the way home. I'm so lucky my son is alive. I would give my own life if one of the children killed or hurt could be well and alive again. I can't. So, I cry.
Guilty because I would give my life but not my son's if one of those babies could be made whole again.
We must all remember what we have to be grateful for every minute.
We must be grateful for who we have in our life, not what we have in our lives.
We never know what might happen that could change our lives forever.