Orangepekoe

After a week of trying to find words about the Virginia Tech shooting, I realize, there are no words. I think poetry would help, so I looked for poems that would fit the theme, but I found none.

When I was in college, a classmate and friend from my church died suddenly in a plane accident in front of his parents. We were all suppose to be attending a baptism that night where his cousin was being baptized along with a few other students. The news came of the crash while we were waiting for him to arrive to the service. The baptism was postponed and we were all devastated. It changed all of our lives.

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