Our tiny, sleepy little Greentown had a tragedy on Monday and it was way closer to home than comfort would allow.
Everyone at our house is safe and sound, so that's not the problem, thank heaven!
It was just up the road from our house, within sight that this tragedy occurred. What happened? An accidental shooting which ended up killing a boy we all knew. He was moving his rifles to a locked cabinet and the gun--although the safety was on--went off. We had heard sirens early that day, but we didn't think much of it. Our 35MPH road is prone to state troopers stopping speeders. We found out later that night from a neighbor that it was a bit more than that.
We knew this boy and his family since we moved up here. Our kids and their kids went to the same school, were in the same classes and had been in little league, bitty basketball, girl scouts, soccer and eventually had grown up together, though going separate ways after graduation from high school.
In a little town where almost everyone knows everyone, this hits hard. Tom and I are beyond words upset and we feel so sorry for the mom and dad, whom we know and see often in town, exchanging niceties and news of our kids antics now that they've grown and somewhat left the nest. How I'll manage to see her next time without bursting into tears...anyone's guess.
Just goes to show, your idyllic little town may not be so idyllic after all, especially after a tragedy like this.