Today I loaded the 32 Hokie Healing blankets into the back of my car and went over to the Va. Tech basketball arena. The crew and I spread them all out and from 1pm to 3pm, anyone could come and view them. Things were going along smoothly. There didn't seem to be alot of crying, just quiet. Lots of quiet. I walked around looking at the blankets, smiled at the folks, joked with the regulars. I was sitting on the sidelines watching my Baby run around when a pleasant looking woman sat herself down next to me.
"Are you the one responsible for all of this?" she timidly asked.
" It was my idea. But everyone else did most of the work, really." was my modest standard reply.
"Well, it's a wonderful idea. My daughter was killed that day. This means so much to us."
We continued to talk for about 20 minutes. Everything that came out of my mouth seemed wrong. Seemed cliche. Seemed ridiculous.
"Before you leave, you and your husband, please look over the blankets and pick the one you want and take it home today. I want you to find one that speaks to you."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, totally sure. To know that you were able to pick the one that reminds you most of your daughter...the one that gives you the most comfort...that would make alot of people very happy."
So she did. She and her husband slowly walked amongst the 32 blankets, leaning in close sometimes, touching them. They finally decided on one and she and I got on opposite ends of it and folded it up. I handed it to her. We hugged. And she didn't let go. She collapsed into intense sobbing as I held her. I've never felt such sadness pour into my heart. She held on and cried for a good 2 minutes before she let go. I hugged the tearful Father, not much older than me, his eyes were so weary. They thanked me, turned and left. I have to be honest, I'm changed. I don't know how yet, but I'll never be the same.
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