I shouldn’t do this, I know. I shouldn’t immediately write something because the words might be harsh, so quickly tumbling out of my brain and onto the page.
But I can’t stop them. Only because I am so painfully aware of the passage of one year, tomorrow, from the unspeakable horror of Newtown, Connecticut. A day in which 26 families lost one of their own in a way that is completely unfathomable. The heavens gained 26 angels, but at what cost to those here, still walking the earth.
And so today, another shooting incident. By the grace of God, there was only one death. The death of the gunman. But can you imagine the complete terror the parents must have felt as they learned of an incident at the school their children attend? Can you imagine the sheer horror racing through their minds as they raced themselves to the scene? I cannot. I simply cannot.
And so I ask, what is it going to take? More blustering by the N.R.A.? More bloviating by those absolutely certain that the President is going to “take away all of our guns”? This isn’t about the right to bear arms. It has to do with living in a society, safe and secure in the knowledge that our children can go to school and the parents can not live in fear for their lives.
And don’t give me the b.s. about “guns don’t kill people, people do.” Baloney. Absolute, unmitigated, cockamamie baloney.
I will wrap my arms around my little living angel tonight, and thank the stars and the Universe and the Great Spirit, the Great Is, the Great Mystery, God, Allah, you name it, for her life. I will pray for the strength and the courage and the wisdom to do my utmost to protect her from the evil that walks among us. And should I fail in my endeavors, I pray for the will to carry on. As I will pray for those 26 families in Newtown; as I will pray for the family of the student who died today. For he was someone’s son. And that hurts my heart.