I really wasn’t sure what, if anything, I would write about it.\u00a0 So much to feel, so much to think.\u00a0 And if I did decide to write something, what would be the deciding factor?<\/p>\n
It didn’t take long, one day.<\/p>\n
I was just going through some news lines.\u00a0 There was just a small quote, buried in some random article.\u00a0 I don’t remember who it was, other than a citizen of Newton.\u00a0 Nor do I remember the exact words, but I remember what she wanted to know – do the rest of you feel like us, or is this just another headline you’ll forget in a day?<\/p>\n
We feel and will not forget.<\/p>\n
Personally, I have not felt such sorrow, emptiness and longing since 9\/11.<\/p>\n
I feel the fear of the young victims and witnesses.\u00a0 That hurts me the most.\u00a0 So, so much taken away.\u00a0 It’s a cliche to say their innocence was taken, but what better to say it?\u00a0 Go watch a 6 year old for an hour.<\/p>\n
I feel the fear, anger and despair of the parents who heard of the massacre and rushed over only to have to wait, wait, wait… I feel the utter sickness, torment and grief of a parent who to ID the child by a photograph, wanting so badly to see the child in person.\u00a0 I feel the blunt force memory battering a mother or father’s mind… what did I last say to my child, when did I last touch my child, when did I last tell her that I loved her?\u00a0 I feel the anger of knowing the killer is gone, and along with him quite possibly the true answer.\u00a0 Why did you do this?\u00a0 Why an innocent child?\u00a0 Why twenty innocent children?\u00a0 I feel the silence of a home where there was a single child.\u00a0 I feel the fatigue of many sleepless nights, perhaps sleeping on the floor next to a child’s now empty bed.\u00a0 I feel the stress begin to lead to anger and short tempers between a husband and wife… an argument… only for both to break down in tears again in each others arms.<\/p>\n
To be\u00a0 continued.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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