I work in an elementary school. I deal with these little dudes and dudettes every single day.
The horror of Newton, Connecticut, is almost overwhelming.
I’ve tried to write this post for most of the weekend and came up with nothing. Every time I try to gather my thoughts, they simply disappear into the well of despair the parents of Newton must be feeling.
Those kids were no older than 10 years old, most not even into double digits. It’s just not right.
No matter what was wrong with the shooter’s brain, no matter what might have led to this. . . It’s just plain evil. Those kids did nothing. Those teachers and parents did nothing.
And now they have to suffer.
And all we can do is watch, and wonder and hope that it never happens again. And, when it does, the whole cycle starts over again with a different group of parents in mourning and a different group of parents watching and wondering and hoping.
There will always be mental illness. There will always be people who are just plain wrong. But we can change things if we make it harder for these people to get at the weapons that make it so much easier to kill others. But that is for later.
For now, all I can do is sit still and sorry and be quietly relieved it didn’t happen here.