I hope you’ll all forgive this side-step from my usual craft and sewing posts today. My heart is heavy and I’d like to talk about it a little. Thank you for understanding.
I’ve shared with you the fact that my husband is in law enforcement. He’s the lieutenant for an agency a couple of cities over from where we live. It’s a lovely little community which sits on the Sandy River where it meets the Columbia. It’s also the location of the school shooting yesterday at Reynolds High School.
This incident falls into the category of training that the police receive but hope they’ll never have to use. They knew what to do, and they did it with calm precision. Two lives were lost, but many were saved because of these men and women, coupled with the fact that students and staff behaved with bravery. A teacher, struck by a bullet, made his way to the office to initiate lock down procedures.
I spent the day yesterday watching the news, which was punctuated by the audio from the radio contact between the officers and dispatch. One of those voices belonged to my husband. I listened to him barking orders, and I hadn’t even been able to talk to him at all yet. Tears fell, because I know this is one of those events that will stick with everyone involved forever. Our police family is hurting.
I’m not here to talk about guns or mental health. I don’t know why this person did what he did and I hope his name and face see as little air time as possible. I’m thankful he can’t hurt anyone else. I just want to ask for your prayers and good thoughts for a community dealing with something no one should ever have to.