I had to go up to my son’s/husband’s high school to get my 15 year-old. Stomach virus.

Walking through the halls packed with kids was surreal.

Saw some of my husband’s players. Big hugs. “You all ok?” Because Mom. “Yes, ma’am. We’re ok.”

Get to the clinic to get my son. “What took you so long?” “Front hall is very full, students are picking up graduation tickets.” “Oh yeah. I was really worried about you, Mom.” “Sweetheart, there was just a school shooting close to us. You’re allowed to be scared.”

It’s always horrific. It’s another layer of horror when it’s a 25 minute drive to that school. When your family has taught there. When you know exactly the path in the school to the gym.

Shooter used his dad’s legal guns, so the next thing will be shooter was mentally ill and school was not safe. BULLSHIT.