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December 14
13 years ago
December 14.
For 39 years it meant one thing to me. My birthday. Every year on the same day I would sit back, reflect, make plans and have a little fun. Last year I thought about what happened to me in August 2011 and how close I came to death. Several times. The year before, I thought about going on a diet, cutting red meat and all that lovely stuff. 9 years ago I thought of my impending divorce, my failed marriage, my suicide attempt.
But now, because of what happened in a little town in Connecticut, called Newtown. It will forever be known as the Second Worse school shooting in US history. And the worst Elementary school shooting in US history. All those children. The teachers who fought to protect them. I am still grieving over those beautiful faces frozen in time. Lost to a madman’s craze.
Why did he do what he did? What made him choose those sweet little children?
The world may never know. We may never know what drove this man to kill the innocent. To kill the adults protecting the children. To kill his own mother. We may never know what drove him to this.
End of the world hysteria?
Schizophrenia?
Just plain batshit crazy?
I dont think I want to know.
I have a niece and a nephew, ages 7 and 6. And when I heard the ages of those lost, I thought about Rylee and Skylar and I couldnt even begin to think about losing them to such a circumstance. It makes me itch to hug them and never let them go.
My nephew is in California, and I miss him every day. Every single day. And my niece is in the same city as me, and whenever she isnt around, I look forward to when she is by my side. I dont have children of my own, but my heart broke. My heart shattered. And I feel for every single parent who’s lost their child, every single sibling who’s lost their playmate and their companions, for every aunt and uncle who’s been what most call the backup parents. For every grandparent who outlived their grandchildren.
So this year. My 39th year on this planet. I closed my eyes and prayed to my goddess. I wished every soul lost that day to find their way to their eternal peace. For the children to be reunited with lost pets, their schoolmates lost that day and the teachers and adults who went with them.
As we bicker and fight over the Second Amendment. I will never lose sight of what matters most. Hugging your children everyday. Whether they are your children, your nieces or nephews or your grandchildren. And remember Christmas morning that 28 families will have unopened presents under the tree.
For 39 years it meant one thing to me. My birthday. Every year on the same day I would sit back, reflect, make plans and have a little fun. Last year I thought about what happened to me in August 2011 and how close I came to death. Several times. The year before, I thought about going on a diet, cutting red meat and all that lovely stuff. 9 years ago I thought of my impending divorce, my failed marriage, my suicide attempt.
But now, because of what happened in a little town in Connecticut, called Newtown. It will forever be known as the Second Worse school shooting in US history. And the worst Elementary school shooting in US history. All those children. The teachers who fought to protect them. I am still grieving over those beautiful faces frozen in time. Lost to a madman’s craze.
Why did he do what he did? What made him choose those sweet little children?
The world may never know. We may never know what drove this man to kill the innocent. To kill the adults protecting the children. To kill his own mother. We may never know what drove him to this.
End of the world hysteria?
Schizophrenia?
Just plain batshit crazy?
I dont think I want to know.
I have a niece and a nephew, ages 7 and 6. And when I heard the ages of those lost, I thought about Rylee and Skylar and I couldnt even begin to think about losing them to such a circumstance. It makes me itch to hug them and never let them go.
My nephew is in California, and I miss him every day. Every single day. And my niece is in the same city as me, and whenever she isnt around, I look forward to when she is by my side. I dont have children of my own, but my heart broke. My heart shattered. And I feel for every single parent who’s lost their child, every single sibling who’s lost their playmate and their companions, for every aunt and uncle who’s been what most call the backup parents. For every grandparent who outlived their grandchildren.
So this year. My 39th year on this planet. I closed my eyes and prayed to my goddess. I wished every soul lost that day to find their way to their eternal peace. For the children to be reunited with lost pets, their schoolmates lost that day and the teachers and adults who went with them.
As we bicker and fight over the Second Amendment. I will never lose sight of what matters most. Hugging your children everyday. Whether they are your children, your nieces or nephews or your grandchildren. And remember Christmas morning that 28 families will have unopened presents under the tree.
It's true, we may never know the circumstances that led this individual to committing this atrocity. Be it mental illness, something in his past or just pure evil.
What's important is that we remember who and what is important to us. Our friends, our family, our loved ones. Those are what we keep in our heart when acts of this nature are committed, and there are no answers.