The small little rooftop garden we have started has given us an experience of something familiar and timeless. Pushing dirt around reminds me of my childhood. The smell of mint and basil brings back ghosts of our grandparents. While work or life might be adding stress and pressure to our days, this small spot we have created is appearing to take it all away. I'm not sure if creating personal places like this are a testament to our ability to adapt, or our ability to operate in ignorance. Either way, I'm glad we have it.
We come here to remember those who were killed, those who survived and those changed forever. May all who leave here know the impact of violence. May this memorial offer comfort, strength, peace, hope and serenity.