Things don't usually hit me right away. Like when I was in the 3rd grade and we got a call in the middle of the night that my Grandpa had passed away. I covered my ears, rolled over, and tried to go back to sleep.
I don't know if it's a defense mechanism or what but it's always been that way.
So yesterday as I watched all day coverage of the horrible tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut it never really "hit".
Then the president spoke and I cried with him.
Then the local priest was interviewed, broke down and I sobbed with him.
Then he said this.
He had been with the parents of the children who were killed and one of the parents, who had a son that was deceased, phone had went off. It was an alarm. It was time to take her son to Cub Scouts.