Fact: I remember April 16, 2007. In the midst of watching unspeakable horrors unfold on the TV in our Atlanta apartment, I was taking in this new development:
Fact: On April 18, 2007 I sent the following email:
In a really sad week, glimpses of light continue to shine through- Sophia turned 4 months on April 16th and as a milestone can officially put her foot in her mouth. Just wanted to share some of the joy of this new life with all of you…She gives me hope and the reminder of all that can be.
Fact: On April 17, 2007 Nikki Giovanni gave a brief, profound message to a shocked and wounded university. Here’s an excerpt:
We are sad today, and we will be sad for quite a while. We are not moving on, we are embracing our mourning.
We are Virginia Tech.
We are strong enough to stand tall tearlessly, we are brave enough to bend to cry, and we are sad enough to know that we must laugh again.
Fact: Amazingly, I have never been to Blacksburg.
But I love Hokies. I stand in rapt awe of their passion and tribal sense of unity. One day I’m going to make my cousin Maria take me to Lane Stadium so I can be deafened by the blood curdling screams of wild, animalistic school spirit. (We have Tribe Pride over here, but after 300 years the most deafening noise still comes from the rebel cannons) The tragedy that ripped apart that university and devastated local families, broke all of our hearts. Dr. Giovanni spoke to a nation whose innocence had once again been snatched away.
In honor of this anniversary, I want to celebrate two new Hokies out there…Remember Christie? She and her sweet friend Lauren have channeled all those endless, idle hours of freshman year into a fabulous accessory enterprise! (Amazing. Freshman year was when I discovered the glory of online shopping…enterpreneurship was far fom my mind).
So here it is – coming to you from the dorms of Virginia Tech: Canterbury Designs.
Go there now.
How cute are they? Seriously? How young and fresh and hopeful and inspiring is that?
Here are Christie and I modeling some headbands on Sunday afternoon:
(She’s working on something custom for me for Easter…just you wait for the reveal…)
Its Holy Week. We remember that we must march through death to life. My prayers are for comfort in all you may be mourning, for the wounds both visible and invisible.
Fact: On April 15, 2011 that same child who, four years ago, triumphantly found her mouth with her foot…informed me that I “needed a pedicure.” (Why ever did I teach her that word?)
Time does pass. And we grow and change and move on and begin to heal, and sometimes even laugh again.
But we don’t forget.