Our grandson Noah Pozner was killed on December 14, 2012, in his first grade classroom at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, CT. Nineteen of his classmates and 6 educators perished with him. He had just turned 6.
We have now lived with his absence twice as long as with his actual presence.
Over the years for a while, I could see him with my mind’s eyes growing and changing along with his sisters and his cousins.
It has become more difficult. Teenagers are harder to figure out.
I can imagine his deep voice and the upswing of his thick dark hair.
His eyes wouldn’t have changed much probably but I wonder if he would still have these extraordinary eyelashes.
He would still adore his two sisters and form with them an invincible trio. That, I know for sure.
He loved sweets, homemade bread and pickles. Would he still?
He was loving and mischievous.
He was a little boy. Our son, brother, grandson, nephew, cousin.
And in a split second, he was gone.
Twelve years later, it is still impossible to accept.
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