|Seems to be everyone's favorite.|
I stood amongst the flickering candles as the frigid cold bit at my face and fingers. I didn’t want to be here, no one wanted to be here. The wax from the candle I held dripped down onto my skin. The it heat produced was bittersweet. It stung, but the little warmth I could feel was welcomed. As I looked to the front of the crowd the reality of it all sunk in. Thinking I was alone in this was foolish and selfish. With me stood a sea of others who had had the light of their world stolen from them. I was not the only parent who had their child carried off. Regardless, the emptiness I felt created the illusion of being the minority.
My eyes caught sight of a woman with a microphone as she walked to the front of the group. With her gloved hand she adjusted the hood of her parka in a futile attempt to shield herself from the arctic wind. Clearing her throat, she spoke.
“Three days ago, a great tragedy took place at ou