On Friday, I was at a friend’s house taking pictures of all her beautiful Christmas decorations.
I had not yet heard about the school shooting.
For some reason that day, though, I took lots of pictures of stars.
I want to share all of them. They can all be part of the Christmas Photo Project.
However, there’s something else.
One little boy, Ben, was the son of the music teacher at Sandy Hook Elementary. She’s a good friend of a fellow blogger, Amy.
Our bloggers’ group has gotten together to buy a star for him and fundraised to help defray funeral costs.
I just can’t get through the day without thinking about all these people, all these children, and all the loss.
Perhaps it’s coincidence that I shot pictures of all these stars.
When I was little, my aunt would tell me that when someone dies, they become a star. All the stars in the heavens are people watching and looking down upon us.
Even as an adult, I have never forgotten that and I would like to think that this magical sentiment might just be true.
I’d like to think that all the victims will be a brighter-shining star in the night sky, so that they will always be remembered and that we will always tell stories about them.