Our Granddaughter, Chloe loves airplanes. She always has. Since she knew what they were, she would run outside when she heard one or if she was outside, she would stop what she was doing to point them out. That can be a difficult thing since we live 3 miles south of the airport. Play was interrupted all the time. So we take her to the airport on occasion just to watch the planes take off and land.
And then there's the air show. We get VIP passes to the event. Chloe is mesmerized by the planes and she never tires of them. For three hours she ooohed and aaahed with every loop and low flyby and aerial trick. It is so much fun to watch her amazement. Since her grandpa loves the planes since his Navy days, he is thrilled to share the joy with her.
The temple is very close to our house, when I take my granddaughter for walks, we get pretty close to it. That Sunday morning, the neighbor went house to house telling people to turn on the news. The first reports that came in said they didn't know how many gunmen were on the loose so we were all locked down in our homes. It was terrifying and somewhat surreal. We are in a neighborhood where the sounds of children playing and people walking by is so common, especially on such a beautiful summer's day. And now there was no movement on the streets, not even a car going by. It was a type of fear I never knew before.
As the day went on, we would learn about a single, sick person who did this horrible thing. These quite, gentle people who never bother anybody do not deserve such hate, no one does. This is not the Oak Creek that I know and love. And not the kind of thing that anyone could have anticipated happening to a group of people just going about their business.
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