I remember one of the first stories I was assigned as a reporting intern in Lorain, Ohio was the death of a 9-year-old boy. All I remember is that he had a brain tumor, and that he loved baseball but couldn’t play because of his illness — and yet still attended every game of his Little League team. As I interviewed his father for the obituary, he started crying, and I started crying. It was one of the toughest stories I’ve ever written.
I spent most of the afternoon of last December 14 pretty numb. The shooting deaths of 26 people at Sandy Hook Elementary School affected me more than any news event since — and possibly including, September 11. My wife is a teacher, and our 3-year-old is in preschool. It hit me like a sucker punch.
Toward the end of the day, I spoke with colleagues about the unfathomable horror of what happened in Connecticut. I thought about that obituary I wrote 20 years ago, and I couldn’t imagine having to make those phone calls and knock on those doors. I knew it was important reporting that had to be done. But the writing — what would you say about their accomplishments? Their ambitions? Their survivors?
I wrote the tweet on my iPhone on my way out the door.
How do you write an obituary for a 5-year-old? Then how do you write 19 more?
— Gregory Korte (@gregorykorte) December 14, 2012
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