For 24 hours the home where I had grown up became a sanctuary for us. People were in and out of my parents' home. Everyone was so kind. We shared memories and we shared tears. We shared our disbelief. We shared our question why?
Once school was out for the day, Andrew's teammates came to visit. Their coaches had been so great to those boys. They had gathered them together so they didn't have to go through this individually. They would face this as they had gone through so many other experiences--as a team. When they arrived we saw genuine grief in the eyes of those boys. They had shared so much for so many years--never did they think they would have to share the death of a friend. The basketball team was scheduled to leave for a team camp at the University of Montana Friday, right after the last minute of their school year ended. We purposefully made the decision to have Andrew's service on Thursday so the boys could go onto Missoula, if they wished. We wanted them to play a lot of basketball and have fun. Andrew would not have wanted them to stay home. Our other wish for the boys was to wear crimson and gold to Andrew's service--no black for those kids. After they left, we realize it was time to make a decision: could we survive attending the candlelight vigil?
Looking for strength~