It is hard to believe, but it has been ten years since the travesty at Columbine High School occurred.
While most of my fellow students at the University of Colorado will be lighting up their favorite herb tomorrow, I'll be spending it reminiscing of that fateful day. I still remember sitting in my classroom watching the events happening on the news. At the time I was in sixth grade and really didn't understand the magnitude of what was happening.
It didn't hit me that 15 lives had suddenly left this earth. However, as was fitting for me, the magnitude of this atrocity hit me at an Avs game.
As a very wonderful gesture, the Avs moved games 1 and 2 to San Jose so as not to interfere with the grieving process (the Avs won both.) But once I was in my seats for the beginning of game three, it hit me.
Before the game, the Avs P.A. announcer, Alan Roach, said there would be a moment of silence before the national anthem to honor the victims of the Columbine attack. It was then that I understood.
In the arena, you could hear a pin drop. No one moved or spoke or even breathed. There was reverent pall that fell over the crowd. Whether you were a Sharks fan or an Avs fan, player or coach, no one moved.
Everyone was paying honor to those who lose their lives. It sticks with me today, the value of a life. It hits me every time I see a player lying on the ice after a dirty hit. In this one moment, I finally understood the travesty of what happened and gained valuable understanding of the meaning of life.
So while I'll be enjoying the three games of hockey going on tomorrow, I'll also remember that 15 people lost their lives and how that affected me, just as I do every day.