This morning has been a blur. As I’m sure most of you know, there has been a tragedy of immense proportions in the town of Newtown, Connecticut. This morning, a gunman entered Sandy Hook Elementary School, and took the lives of six adults, as well as 20 young children. Even as I type this simple blog entry, the investigation into this tragic shooting continues.
The one word on everyone’s lips, the singular though in everyone’s minds right now, is “why?” Why would someone walk into a school…any school, and just start killing innocent children? Honestly friends, I have no clue. I don’t think anyone can come up with a definitive answer that explains something this unthinkable, this…unbelievable.
My thoughts harken back to September 11th of 2001, and the days that followed. Just like then, each one of us will end up dealing with this tragedy, and all of its implications, in our own personal ways. Parents will hug their children a little tighter today, schools across the country will begin examining their safety procedures, flags will be lowered to half-mast, and we will grieve. Yes, we will grieve.
I can’t help but think of the 26 families in Newtown, whose Christmas will never be celebrated. My tears run like waterfalls for the 20 children, whose presents, wrapped in beautiful paper and placed lovingly under the tree, will now remain forever unopened. My heart aches for the families and friends of the victims of this…I don’t quite know just what to call it, even though there are probably a myriad of descriptive words out there.
I’m sure that in the coming days and weeks, there will be a lot of introspection, questions, politicking and debate stemming from this…but today is not for that. Today, we mourn…together.