After the recent tragedy in Aurora, Colorado, this Denver-based writer shares her story.
One of the pitfalls of not owning a TV is that other people need to clue you in on what’s going on in the world. The morning of 9/11 I got a call from Clint: “Turn on your radio. You need to hear what’s going on.” Yesterday I heard about the mass murders in Aurora, Colorado at the midnight screening of Dark Knight Rises from friends on Facebook. Today I texted Kenny—he only lives one block from the theater—to make sure he is okay. Thankfully, he is. As of the time of this writing it is reported that 14 people died and 50 were injured by a lone gunman on July 20, 2012. Colorado has itself another Columbine.
A lot of us in Colorado are thinking about what went so incredibly wrong Friday night. There are lovely graphic images being posted among friends, prayers galore, and lots and lots of sadness. Some of my friends may assume that my emphasis on the mental health of the perpetrator comes from my bleeding liberal heart. Folks, it’s a lot closer to home than that.