This is a blog post written in June, by Jessica Redfield, a young journalist covering hockey in Colorado. It’s about her experience as she narrowly avoided a shooting in a Toronto Mall.

It will be her last blog post — Redfield was killed Friday during a now-infamous showing of The Dark Knight Rises in Aurora, Colo.

On June 5, Redfield wrote:

“I was shown how fragile life was on Saturday. I saw the terror on bystanders’ faces. I saw the victims of a senseless crime. I saw lives change. I was reminded that we don’t know when or where our time on Earth will end. When or where we will breathe our last breath. For one man, it was in the middle of a busy food court on a Saturday evening.

I say all the time that every moment we have to live our life is a blessing. So often I have found myself taking it for granted. Every hug from a family member. Every laugh we share with friends. Even the times of solitude are all blessings. Every second of every day is a gift. After Saturday evening, I know I truly understand how blessed I am for each second I am given.”

I won’t attempt to write much about Redfield’s words, or her senseless death, or the senseless death of so many others in Aurora early this morning.

Like all good journalists, she managed to write the story herself.