Someone's Boy

No, I didn’t “know” any of them.  It doesn’t matter.  The reason I hurt is simple: All of them mattered to someone, somewhere.  In a matter of only minutes, the language shifted to past-tense.  “They” were somebody’s Boy, Son, Brother, Cousin, Best Friend, Dad, Lover, Team-mate, Classmate, Countryman,  Favorite….Family….

Someone on that plane could have been the biggest goofball ever, maybe his favorite music exactly what I like.  Maybe one of them had the most amazing brown eyes…the kind you can read…shows a map of the world on his face…an infectious laugh.

Years of hugs and encouragement and nurturing boy and talent and dream were lost yesterday.  This is heartbreaking.

The connection to me? Nothing but humanity and putting myself in someone else’s shoes.

They were…they mattered and they played hockey.

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