26 is Just Too Many.

Today, the shirts arrived.  The one's that my amazing friends leaped into action to create for me. 

As I pulled into my driveway and saw the box sitting on my front stoop, I actually yelped and got really excited. I rushed to the front door from my car, grabbed the box and brought it inside.  I sat down on the kitchen floor, ripped it open and stared into a very large box- filled to the brim with t-shirts.

And then I started to cry.

I pulled out 26 individually wrapped t-shirts.  26 separate reminders of 26 different lives that we, as a nation, lost on December 14th.  26 beautiful souls that had so much more to do on this Earth. 

As I pulled each shirt out of the box, I found myself talking to the person that each one bore the name of.  I'm not going to tell you what we talked about.  That's between us.  But I couldn't help myself.  I had so much to say to them. 

I haven't had a physical reminder of just how many 26 really is since the night we all individually lit 26 candles on Christmas Eve as a community. 

26 is just too many.  And my heart hurts today at the reminder.

Love-
Lindsay