Because of the recent tragedy in Newtown CN, I've been very contemplative. This is the season of love and friendship, of charity and peace.
Well, not this year.
I cannot think of anything positive to say about the youngsters whose lives were cut short by someone who didn't know them, didn't care about them, just wanted to kill. I don't know him, or his mother or his brother or father. I do know that somewhere along the line, this kid got bent and no one was able to straighten him out. Now, because of him, twenty six people are dead.
Twenty six souls gone in an instant.
This isn't wartime. This isn't a natural disaster, something that no one could predict but could sort of accept as one of those things.
This was cold-blooded murder.
My whole head can't seem to get around this. I can look at the pictures of these babies and weep. I can listen to the stories of the heroism of the principal and teachers, substitute and classroom aide and feel dread. So many lives wasted it hurts my heart.
So forgive me if I don't blather on about ridiculous holiday things for a few days. As much as I wish I could overcome my sadness, I just can't. Perhaps when all the little bodies are interred, I will find some closure, but for now, I can't.
And I cannot imagine how the parents of these babies will feel for the rest of their time on earth.