Not Tomorrow

Today was a strange day for me to say the least. Although, that is definitely an understatement for some people close to home.
In order to give you a clear picture of this story through my eyes..I must outline the day’s events.

I awoke today to the pounding sound of a jackhammer tearing up the sidewalk outside of my building. My landlord had neglected to mention that there would be workers here as early as the morning birds. There was nothing I could do about it. So, I got out of bed, stumbled into the kitchen like a zombie, and made my angry family breakfast. They’d been woken up too, and none of us are morning people.

Since it was about an hour earlier than we’re all used to getting up, we were all out of sorts. We tossed around the idea that we’d discussed the night before; about going to the supermarket today instead of tomorrow. This is not usual for us, but a welcome change because my other half is on vacation. Normally, we’d just wait until Saturday.
Before I headed into the shower, I happened to check my phone. I had three missed calls. “THREE?! Three missed calls before 8AM?” I screamed to myself in my head. This had to be something bad. All three were from a close relative. I paused for a second, fearing the worst.
During that pause, I saw this on the news:
Today’s Events – Fatal Shooting at Old Bridge, NJ Pathmark
I stood in shock. As this is where we were about to go. We went there every weekend.
My heart sank as I just sensed that I must know the people involved. As more and more details emerged, I realized I had.
So, I called up my family member, former police themselves. They uttered all the same details I’d just heard. We sat & exchanged shock and disbelief.

You see, I moved out of this town a few years ago. Some family and friends still reside there, though. We still shop there, my son’s doctor is there, and we visit quite often.

My head simply can’t grasp why someone would want to take innocent lives. This just hit way too close to home. It’s making national news as we speak. Yet, one of the victims just checked out my groceries last week. She laughed at how my son was counting the numbers as our grocery bill racked up. It has me shocked but also very sad. These people were so young.

We still had to grocery shop but obviously we couldn’t go there. It’s a crime scene now. I visited my family member & on the way there, we drove past all of the news crews & their cameras. We saw news helicopters flying overhead. It felt like a scene out of some movie.
I know this kind of thing could happen anywhere but, I can’t help but think:
“Is this the kind of world I’m raising my child in?”
It just didn’t seem this bad when I was growing up. Maybe that’s a naive statement but that’s certainly how it seemed.
Forgive my lack of conclusion. Truth be told, this just has me stunned and saddened.

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