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As an official social worker now, I am interested more than in ever in prevention and intervention.

Columbine impacted me at such a deep level when it happened. I was 13 at the time.

Allowing a platform where people like me can share opinions, answer questions people might have, give interpretations and have open dialogue, and provide a safe space where people; children and teenagers specifically, who are struggling can reach out to someone, is extremely important.

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One of my originals.

April 24, 1999

“On Saturday, the twenty-fourth of April, we cremated our son…

No words are adequate to describe the pain of seeing Dylan’s body in that casket. The expression on Dylan’s face was unfamiliar, which Byron later confessed made it easier for him. That unfamiliar expression was perhaps the only thing that allowed us to get through that first, horrific, unreal moment. I smoothed Dylan’s hair and kissed his forehead, searching his face for clues and finding none. Tom and I had brought a number of Dylan’s childhood stuffed animals, and we placed them in the coffin so they rested against his cheeks and neck. Byron and Tom and I held one another’s hands, and together we held Dylan’s. We were finally by his side, a family again.

It was a chilly spring day, and I was overcome by a compulsive, almost biological need to make Dylan warm. I could not stop rubbing his ice-cold arms, exposed by the short-sleeved hospital gown he was wearing. I had to hold myself back from climbing into the casket so I could cover him with the warmth of my body…” - A Mother’s Reckoning - Sue Klebold p.49

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Don't know why I am back, especially after having had Tumblr delete my former blog because I discussed Columbine things; books, journal entries, psychology, specifically thjngs concerning Dylan... I didn't know public discussions weren't allowed.

Regardless, here I am.

Until I'm deleted again.