for all Route 91 Harvest Festival victims
they were holding hands
they were dancing
they were singing
when the shots rang out
Get down!
Oh, God!
it happened so fast
all within seconds
I can’t feel my legs
I never left her side
I love you, Laurie.
I love you, Jack.
I will see you in heaven
the most amazing wife,
mother and person
this world has ever had
decided to stay for the final show
one who gives, gives, gives
made sure the time spent here
was valuable
out there with his friends,
shot down like a dog
amazing times together
and nearly unbearable heartaches
soulmates
would have been her first day as manager
at this point, I can barely breathe
not a bad bone in her body
leaving a very big hole for us,
and in many hearts
Somewhere in the crowd
when the shooting started
he covered her body with his,
she died in his arms
she was a beautiful soul
even as gunfire was still raining down
it would be hours before they learned
he hadn’t survived
gunfire seemed never-ending
saw the life go out of him
one moment he was holding her
and they were singing along
then the shots began
heard sounds she couldn’t identify
moved her to a hiding place beneath a table
carried to a vehicle in a wheelbarrow
my son, my son is still there
can still hear the gunshots,
the sound they make when they hit people
he died Tuesday in a hospital
sadness, shock and grief
it was supposed to be the happiest time
at this time,
my family and I
would like some privacy
to take the necessary steps
to grieve
it’s with heavy heart and deep sorrow. . .
please pray for our family!
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Peonies — Photo and poem, Pieces of Las Vegas, by Mary O’Connor © 2017
Amazing!!!! Xo
Sent from my iPhone
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Thanks!
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This is so beautiful Mary, I cannot find the words to describe it.
Your compassion and sensitivity for people shines through brightly.
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It’s a heartbreaking story…
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WOW Mary, That is beautiful !
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