2500. It's a number that gets thrown around the newswire; talked about on the bleeps on the radio.
But what does that number mean?
Two thousand five hundred.
Each number is a face. A son. A daughter. A father. A mother. A human being that once thrived in life, took in fresh oxygen into their lungs, laughed at jokes, cried, slept, smiled.
Now, there is silence. The only sounds come from the grieving loved ones they have left behind. And they are not happy sounds. I think the most horrific sound is from a mother who was just visited by the army on her doorstep. It is a piercing, high-pitched wail. A sound no mother should ever have to make or anyone should ever have to hear.
Someone's heart is breaking right now.
Thank you to Ava from Peace Takes Courage.
Peace to all,
Deanna
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