ANDREW KING, Richland
Part of me died on Dec. 14. Part of everyone died that day, and those who disagree just haven't taken the time to think about it. While we can think about the horrors or discuss the pros and cons of various forms of gun control, I think that there is something valuable that you shouldn't miss: the memory of those who are now no longer with us.
I imagined myself back in the first grade, back at Benjamin Bubb Elementary School. As an assignment, I took it upon myself to draw all of those who were taken from us in that one unconscionable incident -- not how an adult would but how I imagined they would have wanted to be portrayed. Taking the time to find out more of them really humanized them for me. I never wanted their memory to be a mere number.
If you are web-savvy and feel like typing tinyurl.com/King-Newtown into your browser, you can see how I imagined them looking (with much artistic liberty taken on my part and intended purely with love).
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I prefer to remember them this way.