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The mass shooting at the Valley Transit Authority yard in San Jose this morning hit far too close to home. A neighbor whose kids grew up with ours we were pretty sure used to work that shift if he doesn’t still and every few hours over the course of the day I looked to see if they had released the names of the victims. I did not want to call Ingrid and make me be one more thing she had to deal with. So not my place. If he was gone, there would be a right time to come offer a hug.
Just like they walked a few blocks over to our house and offered company and love a few weeks after I got out of the hospital in ’09.
Those names were released tonight. Her husband, a fellow Ham radio volunteer with my husband, was not on that list. Deep breath.
But eight other families and sets of neighbors and loved ones….
We have to do better. We HAVE to do better.
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Amen! I liked how Governor Newsom kept referring to the families as victims of the tragedy. Too often we only associate victimhood with those who are dead or injured. These families are forever altered. They, too, are victims.
Comment by Anne 05.27.21 @ 12:33 amLeave a comment
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