I was in tears this morning reading about the youngest NZ victim.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/asia_pacific/three-days-after-christchurch-shootings-families-wait-to-bury-the-victims/2019/03/17/805a1ade-4844-11e9-94ab-d2dda3c0df52_story.html?utm_term=.72ab691ba61c
As the New Zealand mosque attacks unfolded, the youngest victim a 3-year-old boy ran toward the gunman.
CHRISTCHURCH, New Zealand Mucad Ibrahim was wearing little white socks, the type with grips on the bottom so that toddlers dont slip, when he was carried out of the Al Noor mosque in this city.
His shoes were still at the entrance, where he had left them when he arrived for Friday prayers with his father and older brother. His big brown eyes, usually alight with laughter, were closed as he was rushed to an ambulance.
That was the last time his family saw him.
Somebody tell me how? How could anybody shoot such an innocent? Mucad's picture in the Washington Post affected me the same way the photo of the fireman carrying out the body of tiny Baylee after the OKC bombing did. Forever burned into my being.