I do not know where to start this post. I do not know how to express, with my words, the utter heartbreak I feel for the parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends to those children and adults who lost their lives yesterday at Sandyhook Elementary School, in Newtown, CT – a town not far very away from my home. The absolute devastation I feel for all of those involved is something I do not know how to accurately portray. I do not know how to express precisely the complete sorrow I feel for the community, for our society in general. These children were stolen. Stolen from their parents and stolen from us as a whole. The promise their future held has vanished. What they could have become we will never know. How they might have changed the world, gone forever. We all lost something important yesterday and although our loss doesn’t even begin to mirror the loss their parents have endured we will never be the same. Such senseless violence. It is something I cannot understand. It is something I never will understand. It is something I don’t want to have to understand.
Last night I hugged my daughter, my beautiful, beautiful Mia a little bit closer, a little bit tighter, and with a little bit more anxiety.. What else could I do? What more can a parent do?
“So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?”