I’m writing today with a heavy heart. I’ll be back with a regular post later this week, but for now this is all I can muster. I don’t even know what I’m going to say, and I know that this blog isn’t about current events or politics, but I don’t see how I can sit here and pretend to write about happy, healthy living without first sharing my thoughts on last Friday’s tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School.
I was in high school when the tragedy at Columbine occurred in 1999. I remember the Virginia Tech shooting all to well, and the Aurora, Colorado shooting is still fresh in all of our memories, as it was just very recent. However, this most recent shooting has hit me harder than ever before, and has left me in a much more emotional state than I can even understand. I don’t know if it’s because of the fact that small children were targeted, because it’s a little bit closer to home this time, or because I have a niece that is the same age as many of the victims. Whatever the reason, I am deeply, deeply saddened, and I can not even begin to comprehend what happened on Friday. I don’t think any of us will ever truly understand the events of that day, because I don’t think that there are enough words in any language to even begin to explain why.
Since the moment I heard about the shooting on Friday, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I’ve been consumed with accounts of that day; of stories of the victims lives and of the many heroic acts by the teachers and administrators of Sandy Hook Elementary School. Even though I am not connected to Newtown, CT in any direct manor, I feel as though I am grieving for the families of the victims and all of those involved. Each time I see a picture of one of those beautiful children, it brings tears to my eyes. Listening to President Obama recite the names of the victims, one by one in his speech last night left me almost inconsolable. Yet I’m sitting here, curled up by the light of my perfect little Christmas tree, and my life will go on, virtually unchanged. I have been changed by this, but I did not lose anyone; I was not directly affected by the shooting that day. But there are 27 families out there who’s lives will never be the same; for whom Christmas this year will be a time of mourning, instead of a time for celebration and joy. I can’t even comprehend how difficult this time must be for those families, and it’s even harder knowing that there’s nothing any of us can do.
The only thing we can do is love each other. Cherish each other, and cherish the moments that we have with family, friends, loved ones, teachers, mentors, and even strangers on the street. I wish I had something better to say; I wish I could speak more eloquently on this topic, but all I can do now is put these words out here in order to help myself get past the pain of this tragedy, and to hopefully be part of a society that will begin to move forward towards preventing events like this from ever happening again.
My thoughts go out to the victims, their families, and all affected by Friday’s tragedy. I hold you all in my heart, and even though all the love in the world isn’t enough to mend all of the broken hearts, that’s the only thing I have to send.