Hart. I was shocked, and I cried a little, but it never really registered for a while. I kept repeating “he’s dead, he’s dead” in my head, but the waves of grief didn’t roll over me until I thought “he’s gone” , and I started replaying memories from 5th grade. I saw my best friend stand up in the middle of class and sing ‘Man in the mirror’ by Michael Jackson. I saw him sitting in the bleachers at my volleyball game. Then I saw his daughter, running to his classroom after the bus dropped her off. At that point I wasn’t crying for myself anymore, I was crying for the little girl who looks just like her father did. The little girl with pigtails. The little girl who already had her princess costume picked out for Halloween. The little girl who will end up crying on Halloween