In 1999, my family waited around to find out if our old neighbor’s two kids in Colorado made it out safely. Their daughter did, but their 17-year-old son Corey did not. We never expected to have to experience that dreadful waiting period again, but 13 years later, we found ourselves in a similar situation, renewing our membership to the club nobody wishes to join or be forced into.
We waited to find out if our friend’s youngest, 7-year-old Daniel, made it out. He did not. I, along with my friends and family, including my baby nephew, will be wearing orange. We will be remembering and honoring those we have lost, those who were taken from us.