The death toll has reportedly hit 60. But stop and actually think about what that means.
60 people.
60 families.
60 groups of friends.
60 first days at school.
60 first visits to the dentist.
60 first crushes.
60 first kisses.
60 first nights out.
60 sets of dreams.
60 sets of hopes and fears.
60 tomorrows.
All over because of 1 assault rifle. It’s just too much for me to even get my head around.
Waiting for Winter 