Friday, January 11, 2013

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.




  1. They turned out amazing. So very bittersweet. xo

  2. This is an amazing thing you are doing. God Bless you.

  3. You know what Lindsay? One shirt would be too many. Dad and I love you with all our heart. How could we be any prouder of you?