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Silence.
Silenced.
My mom got home to Blacksburg a few minutes ago and therefore already knows everything the newspapers have reported, and then some.
It could have happened anywhere, I guess. The thing is, it didn't.
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It feels so weird. At first it seemed so distant that it really didn't register. Then the names of buildings started to kick in, and they mentioned Norris Hall and I thought of my nephew--currently enrolled in the engineering program. Then I started to see the pictures--doors I've walked through, steps I've climbed, the familiar Hokie Stone--new and old. And it hits. My Virgina Tech; My Blacksburg. Never the same.
Well said. I've missed all of those visuals in an effort to keep young eyes and ears safe from all of this. But tonight when I was in the car I heard people say the words -- massacre, carnage -- and the impact was stunning.
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