Reaching for their phones to say goodbye, Orlando victims sought a final moment of connection and love
In the moments when they feared they were about to die, they reached for their phones.
“ACTIVE SHOOTER,” a Marine typed to his girlfriend from a recruiting centre in Chattanooga, Tenn.
“Love you guys. Was shot,” a health inspector wrote from a conference room in San Bernardino, California.
“Mommy, I love you,” a 30-year-old accountant texted from the scene of the largest mass shooting in American history. He was hiding in the bathroom of the nightclub Pulse, in Orlando. “I’m gonna die,” Eddie Justice typed.
His mother messaged back; then his texts stopped coming. Her son’s final moments would linger on the small glowing screen.
Rarely are people who die so horribly, so unexpectedly, granted the chance to have final words. But now in our pockets are little devices that can connect us quickly and quietly to almost anyone in the world. In the unimaginable moment when we realise our next movements could be our last, we can choose to spend them typing - one final call for help, one last message of love.