This afternoon, I will pick up my seven year old son from school and tell him about the heartbreaking, horrific, senseless tragedy that took place in a school similar to his, in a neighbouring country, in a city that now has to come to terms with this unimaginable tragedy.
Edited to add: When I saw my son's smiling face after school I could not bring myself to say anything to him. Instead, I just hugged and kissed him and let him run off to play with his friends, keeping my eyes on him the entire time.
Tonight I will once again be thankful for this day, and I will hug my children tight. Every day is precious. Every moment we have should be cherished.
28 people dead... 20 of them small children. This is what happened today in an elementary school in Connecticut. Beautiful, innocent, perfect children, in school—in school—shot dead by an evil person, shot dead with weapons that should not exist, since it has been proven, time and time again, that guns do more harm than good. I've written before about gun control, and now more than ever, something needs to change. And fast.
As a wise women said online today: "America, I don't give a rat's ass about your Right to Bear Arms. You need to stop the insanity now -- no one is safer in your country for having a gun. Your daily news proves it."
Every time something like this happens—Columbine, shootings in malls, snipers in D.C., movie theatre shootings, on and on and on—my faith in all that is good diminishes.
How can any of us feel safe in our normal day-to-day activities like going to work and dropping our children off at school, knowing that's where they'll be safe? How can we protect our children from the evil that is out there? What can we do now that this tragedy has taken place, except offer our thoughts and prayers to the victims and their poor, poor grieving families?
I wish I had answers.
I wish I could do more.
I wish I could turn back time.
I wish these parents didn't have to live with this nightmare, I wish the children didn't have to suffer.
I wish guns didn't exist.
We don't need any more stories like this. We don't need more senseless tragedy at the hands of some unrighteous, unknown, crazy person who took it upon himself to destroy lives for no reason at all. All because he had access to a couple of guns.
I've cried on and off since Friday, I've hugged my children tighter, and I'm just overwhelmed with grief over this nightmare of a story.
My heart is heavy. Less than two weeks before Christmas.
Thoughts and prayers going out to a much-loved fellow blogger, who lost her nephew Noah in this senseless tragedy. You can also head over to Noah's Art of Hope Fund to make a donation.
"The funds received will be used to provide counseling services, education and basic needs for the children at this time of grief. Noah leaves behind his twin sister and three other siblings."
Bless all the children and their families.... may something like this never, ever happen again.