This is fucking scary shit
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/niu_shooting
Front page news all over, I know. You've probably seen it.
This happened at the school where my dad works.
I came home from group therapy today and, as usual, went straight to the internet. Front page Yahoo: 15 injured in shooting at Northern Illinois University. I literally think my heart stopped for a minute. I had to re-read the headline for it to sink in that, fuck, this is where my dad works. So I desperately click the link.
I feel so bad to say how relieved I was when I saw that it took place in a lecture hall in a building my dad never goes to. I still called my mom the next instant, and she'd already talked to my dad. It took quite a few minutes of stuttering and "Holy shit" hyperventilating to get off the phone again.
I just have to let this out, because it fucking scared the shit out of me. Virginia Tech was bad, I know, and it shook me. But this... this hits too, too close to home, in every literal sense of the word. If this motherfucker had gone to a different building, if my dad worked elsewhere on campus, if something had called him over to that building today... I wouldn't have a dad any more. And that is fucking terrifying. It literally makes me shake, and completely unable to swallow or un-widen my eyes when I think about what happened.
Won't even go into the "how the fuck could somebody do that?" of the whole situation. To any sane person, it's inexplicable.
I am so glad that my dad is in Champaign right now, that I get to see him tomorrow morning. Katy's doing an audition here on Saturday, and coming to some classes with me tomorrow. I am just so glad to still have him. Yes, he drives me nuts at times. Whose parents don't? But, my god, I am so, so fucking glad, I feel so absolutely lucky, that he is okay, and that I still have him.
Makes you wonder a lot, and really appreciate what you have. Bottom line: don't take the ones you love for granted. Even when they piss you off, remember that things like this happen. Love them every minute, and let them know. Every minute is precious.
~Stormy
Front page news all over, I know. You've probably seen it.
This happened at the school where my dad works.
I came home from group therapy today and, as usual, went straight to the internet. Front page Yahoo: 15 injured in shooting at Northern Illinois University. I literally think my heart stopped for a minute. I had to re-read the headline for it to sink in that, fuck, this is where my dad works. So I desperately click the link.
I feel so bad to say how relieved I was when I saw that it took place in a lecture hall in a building my dad never goes to. I still called my mom the next instant, and she'd already talked to my dad. It took quite a few minutes of stuttering and "Holy shit" hyperventilating to get off the phone again.
I just have to let this out, because it fucking scared the shit out of me. Virginia Tech was bad, I know, and it shook me. But this... this hits too, too close to home, in every literal sense of the word. If this motherfucker had gone to a different building, if my dad worked elsewhere on campus, if something had called him over to that building today... I wouldn't have a dad any more. And that is fucking terrifying. It literally makes me shake, and completely unable to swallow or un-widen my eyes when I think about what happened.
Won't even go into the "how the fuck could somebody do that?" of the whole situation. To any sane person, it's inexplicable.
I am so glad that my dad is in Champaign right now, that I get to see him tomorrow morning. Katy's doing an audition here on Saturday, and coming to some classes with me tomorrow. I am just so glad to still have him. Yes, he drives me nuts at times. Whose parents don't? But, my god, I am so, so fucking glad, I feel so absolutely lucky, that he is okay, and that I still have him.
Makes you wonder a lot, and really appreciate what you have. Bottom line: don't take the ones you love for granted. Even when they piss you off, remember that things like this happen. Love them every minute, and let them know. Every minute is precious.
~Stormy