There are seven fundamental types of catastrophes. Beauty is not one of them.
Our hearts are reeling. Our country in deep mourning. Details aside, how awful this keeps happening. How awful for the families and those impacted. Our country is fighting an ugly pandemic; sick minds obsessed with a culture of violence. There is no such thing as a safe place anymore. It’s equal parts disturbing and unnerving.
How can we feel safe anymore when this unimaginable tragedy can happen anywhere?
Those poor innocent beautiful babies. At what should be the safest place in the world. School. What is the best preventive measure? How can we stop this horrific trend of random and unconscionable violence? How can we keep our children safe? Our loved ones? Ourselves?
Is the media somewhat to blame, for running a 24-hour newsfeed dissecting and detailing every aspect of a deranged person’s life? Which in turn, can appear as a glamorization for the next deranged person considering taking similar steps to recreate a blasphemous nightmare, because they see their actions as going out in a sick blaze of glory. It keeps happening. It just keeps happening.
My heart aches. My stomach turns. My prayers go out to the families in Newtown, CT, just as it has for the dozens of stories I’ve read about innocent victims and families destroyed by senseless acts of violence. Senseless! My heart hurts for them all. Few of us have answers, most of us only have prayers.
All I know is, there must be a Heaven above because there’s so much hell on earth we can barely catch our breath.
No matter what you believe, whatever your faith, whomever you find solace in as your higher power, may you seek comfort in that now. The darkest hour is when we need it most of all. And our country has been dark for a very long time now…