Tw. Guns and death and sadness
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I’m feeling lost in a tragedy that isn’t mine, but touches people I love more than myself. Last night my adult sons best, and almost only friend died. The police call log says, “accidental gunshot wound to the head.” And the story is that he was cleaning his gun when it went off. He was friends with my son since they were in kindergarten together and now that my son is a 25 year old single Dad, with a five year old daughter, who both live with me, this friend and his wife were about his only friend still in town, and the one safe place he could go with his daughter and spend a night when being at home with his parents just wasn’t where he wanted to be. I don’t know details, or how things will go, but at two AM I heard him and the friends wife, settling her into my granddaughter’s room (my suggestion) while my granddaughter was snuggled up in her Dad’s room. No one else is awake yet, but my heart is breaking and afraid of how this day will go. I think perhaps the grief of my child is harder to bear than my own grief
