There is a place in my mind, in my soul, that was the outline of a little boy. A little boy that was just waiting to be colored in. Now he’ll never be colored in. What was supposed to be the outline of a beautiful picture, is now the chalk outline of a dead boy.
The last time I was in Charleston, S.C. I was 16 and coming to interview at The Citadel. Dressed to the nines and ready to impress, I walked up to the Admissions Office and seeing a woman at a desk politely said, "I'm Joshua Lawton. I'm here for an interview." After looking through her calendar she said, "No you're not, because your interview was yesterday."
My wife and I hold on to each other, because in this deluge of pain and sorrow we are both grasping for a rock to steady us, a rock that will keep us from drowning.
