Teachers helped each other grieve. In some ways, they are more shaken than the children. I keep getting up and checking the doors, the windows, the kids. Wroczynski's murder has shown the Poca teachers that random violence can strike someone just like them. Every day before they leave school, the teachers give each other a hug and say goodbye.
Life is too fragile to assume that hugs can wait until tomorrow.
Gibson asked, eyes raised toward the ceiling. Maybe not in so many words, but we told her we loved her. Write a letter to the editor .