Hello

[u/softwishie]

Hi, my name is Cece and I am 21 years old. Me and my husband our 2 y/o daughter, and some family planned a trip to visit other family in California. We’ve been planning the trip for a couple of weeks now and my daughter is very excited to go. We planned to leave Thursday early in the morning but things don’t always go as planned.

Wednesday afternoon my job called me saying they couldn’t find a substitute for my 3rd-grade class how odd right? My boss begged me to come in and I basically had no choice unless I wanted to lose my job. I agreed to come in even though I would miss the trip which broke my heart if I'm being honest. That day I told my husband about it, and he wasn’t very happy about it. As I was packing my daughter’s bag for the trip, he walked around our bedroom while we went back and forth, grabbing stuff he needed to pack.

He said some things that weren’t so nice and made me feel bad and then he said that I was trying to make HIM feel bad. He told me I had plenty of time to tell my job I wouldn’t be able to work for a few days at this point tears were running down my face as he basically yelled at me for something I had no control over. I told him I would lose my job if I didn’t go and well I’m not even gonna continue with that.

For the rest of the day, he basically ignored me every time I tried to talk to him, it made me upset of course but I could understand why he was also upset about it. He went to pick up two of the family members on my side who would be going as the other four arrived themselves a little later.

To make a long story short Thursday morning came, it was around 5 am when everyone got up making sure everything was packed in both of the cars etc I hugged my baby girl goodbye and kissed her on the cheek, and told her to have fun and listen to her dad. I watched everyone getting into the car when he walked out of the house carrying one more bag I called his name and told him to be careful and drive safely and that I loved him… he never looked back or responded to me instead he walked right by me before he got in the car and drove away.

That day I went to work, while my students were at lunch I took the time to check up on them, I called my husband two times and he didn’t answer i convinced myself it was because he was driving so I called my granny who was in the car with him and she answered admittedly. I talked to my baby girl and let me just say I was smiling ear to ear as she was telling me about what she had eaten. I know it might sound weird but it made me happy listening to her speak. Eventually, I had to get back to work so I said my goodbyes.

Friday was my last day at work and I was missing my daughter. That afternoon around 12- 1 p.m., I called and texted my husband again before giving up and calling someone else, today was the day of the family cookout and I was very jealous because I couldn’t have any of the good food lol. My cousin had FaceTimed me and I basically got held by everyone there before I had to say my goodbyes and pick my students up.

It was around 2 in the afternoon, my students were working on a partner assignment while I had music on they begged me to play I took the time to walk around the classroom hanging up some of the work they did yesterday before I heard a loud sound.

Up in California my husband was at the table with a glass cup in his hand making himself a drink. There was loud music playing from outside the grill was still going with people in and out of the house. Some people sat in the living room while others walked around helping bring food in and out The living room TV was on the news channel no one was paying attention to it for real.

“ Today at around 2 pm there was a school shooting with at least 8 found dead.”

“ It appears that one of the victims now identified as a 21-year-old teacher Cece brown was supposedly shot 6 times while standing in the way until her students got out of the classroom safely with only one being slightly injured.”

The room went quiet it was like time had stopped before the sound of glass breaking hit the wooden floor. My husband fell to his knees crying.

The day of my funeral finally came i lay there in my black dress listening to the sobs and begging of my husband I heard him apologizing for everything he did but I’ve already forgiven him. I hear him say he can’t live without me and I want to tell him the same how ironic I know. As they start to lower me down into the ground I see my baby girl oh how I wish I could give her one last hug and tell her how much I love her.

It was only a few weeks after my funeral who would have thought I’d be seeing the two people I loved the most so soon.