#findmickey
People
should never just vanish...
I address
this to Mickey… but. it’s probably my way of dealing with this horrible
situation. An attempt at understanding evil, understanding the impossible.
A Letter to
the love shown by the people of Lafayette.
A Letter
to Mickey.
Dear
Mickey, whom I’ve never met, I think about you all the time.
I wonder if
we’ve crossed paths in town before, at school perhaps? Or maybe on our bikes.
What does this mean? Maybe nothing at all. Or perhaps all of this
self-reflection that many of us have undoubtedly been feeling in the last
couple weeks does mean something; maybe it means everything. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll look at the people
around us a little differently. Maybe we’ll pay more attention.
Dear
Mickey, I see myself in you. I think you’ve captivated everyone for many
reasons; there’s a purity that gleams in your eyes, an easy-kind-of-freedom
that radiates from your smile.
You are our
daughters and our best friends. You are the butterfly that tickles a little
girl’s nose.
The fact is
we’ve all grown throughout this ordeal. We’ve learned about ourselves, about
the precariousness of life. Maybe most importantly, we’ve learned to grow as a
community.
I close my eyes and I send you my love, wherever you are, Mickey.
Love, me.
