Another morning another tear in America

6:00AM  7/20/12

I walked the dog, there were two cars in the drive, mine and my wife,  I was dragging the garbage can out to the curb, when a car approached.  It was my son's car.  I was most  happy to see it.  My son age 20, and his friends had gotten tickets to the premier of Batman and they took off last night at 9 to go get something to eat and to await the 3 AM showing.  I thought at the time that they are pleasantly and youthfully nutty.  This morning I thought how happy I was to see his car pull up.  How are you and how was the movie , I asked .  Good on both counts.

He probaqbly had not yet heard the terrible news that would dominate this day. The news that I was still trying to digest.  I watched him go up the driveway into the house,he  to grab a quick shower and go to bed to grab a couple of hours of sleep before he had to go off to work. Things that kids do in the summer, when they are all together.

  I watched some more of the news, and one film clip spoke volumes to me.  It was a clip of a parking lot with a car sitting there.  Rightfully or wrongfully, I got the feeling that the driver of the car had gone to the movie and would never get back in that car and drive home to waiting family.

In Colorado there are parents waiting the arrival of children, children who won't come. It breaks my heart.  The thought  of my son and the sons and daughters of Colorado  caused a tear to spring from my eye.  We are shedding far too many of these tears.