I have two aunts and a cousin who live in Aurora, Colorado. They’re all fine.
I was already relieved when I saw the movie theater on CNN and knew that it wasn’t the one they would have gone to. I didn’t know how afraid I was until that moment that I’d see the theater where we went to see The Lion King, all eleven of us.
I called my aunt Willi, who answered the phone with ‘we’re alive.’ We laughed together in relief, and I smiled at Ian, who was free to shower now that we knew we hadn’t suffered any losses.
It turns out that my aunt Lisa had been talking about going to see the movie last night, but as I said, their theater turned out to be the safe one anyway. They’re going to wait for the DVD.
We chatted a few minutes about my brother and Abby, but Willi had to get back to work, so we said our goodbyes and hung up.
In other family news, court did not go well for my brother. He will be spending the next five or six years in a facility about two and a half hours from us. I love my brother, very much, but I’m sorely disappointed in some of the choices he has made recently. I hope things get better for him.