John, Mary, Michael, Kathleen, Richard, Kenneth, Sylvia, Vishnu, Martin, Arthur, Gerald, Frank.
12 souls taken away on a rainy Monday morning at the Navy Yard.
They were black, they were white. They were mothers, they were fathers, they were brothers, they were sisters, aunts and uncles.
They lived in the places we live in – the District, Waldorf, Annandale.
They loved their families, their friends, their pets, the local sports teams.
One had four children. One liked to fish. One taught at his church. One was a former State trooper. One had just become a grandfather. One taught at college. One had just received a promotion. One wore the uniform of a Naval aviator. One was divorced but remained friends with his previous wife. One loved birds. One felt strong about her faith. One served on a neighborhood board. They were all dedicated to the country they served.
A sudden tragedy like this takes away so much, but it also has the power to bring us together as we shake our heads and mourn.
Washingtonians are hurting bad right now, but we will stand strong and united as we show our love and respect to those who are gone, but never forgotten...