When I read the names of some of the children murdered at Robb Elementary in Ulvade, Texas on Tuesday, May 24 I see the faces of many beautiful students whose lives were cut short before they had a …
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When I read the names of some of the children murdered at Robb Elementary in Ulvade, Texas on Tuesday, May 24 I see the faces of many beautiful students whose lives were cut short before they had a chance to reach their dreams.
Names like Miranda, Layla, Alithia, Maite; each ring a bell like a musical note in the world — now gone.
Parents know losing a child is the worst possible event that could happen.
As a former teacher I know that each morning I would go to school and be inspired and awakened to all the possibilities for each of my young students. I hope each of us can treasure the teachers and children in our community and hold sacred how special our responsibilities are toward them.
Nan Toby Tyrrell
PORT TOWNSEND
