These Final Texts From A Victim Of The Massacre In Orlando To His Mother Make Everything All Too Real
You know, my first instinct was to put myself in this mother's shoes and think about how heartbreaking it would be to helplessly receive a text that reeked of impending doom. I don't have a child, but I would imagine knowing that yours is in such a precarious position that they had already accepted death has to be as awful as a person can possibly feel. Then that made me think about all the victims that didn't get to say goodbye to their loved ones. All the loved ones that had to find out about this tragedy through a phone call from a third party. That's when it hit me...
Holy shit. 50 innocent Americans are dead. 53 more injured. Hundreds more effected by the senseless hatred of a man that was concerned with what a bunch of people - who he didn't know - preferred in the bedroom. I don't know why it took seeing messages - that are straight out of an all-too-dramatic movie - for this to stop feeling like nothing more than a nightmare, but it did. The visual of a now deceased kid hiding in a club bathroom frantically texting made this all too relatable. The most deadly shooting in modern day American history just happened at the expense of the LGBT community during what many consider to be our most progressive time as a nation. Just yesterday my friends and I were talking about how we have it better than a vast majority of the rest of the world after one of their international flights was canceled, and literally minutes later that feeling of domestic security was completely compromised. No one is safe from the evils that this world still holds and that's probably the scariest aspect of this entire tragedy.