As a parent, as a human being, I feel shattered. Newtown was a tiny little town "where nothing ever happened" much like the town in which I have raised my own children. I don't watch much news because it affects me too deeply on an emotional level. The little I saw tonight had me in tears.
My heart wrenches for the parents who will spend Christmas Day without the overly excited kindergarten child who still believed wholeheartedly in Santa Claus and couldn't wait for the day to come. I can't even begin to imagine how hard it will be for them. And my heart goes out to the parents of the children who survived, who will have to deal with the aftermath, the nightmares and flashbacks, the fear, the innocence of childhood ripped away at such a tender age. Nothing will ever be the same for any of them. Tomorrow the world will not look quite as bright as it did this morning. They will heal, and move on with time, but their reality has been forever altered.
I know nothing of the story of the young man behind this tragedy, who killed his own mother and then went into an elementary school and shot at dozens of innocent children. I can't fathom what would drive someone to that type of violence. I feel terrible sorrow for his brother who was first wrongly accused of having been the gunman, and then left to deal with the death of his mother and his brother and all of the pain his brother has caused.
I have no wisdom to offer. I have no answers. All I can offer in this moment is love. And I'm sending all the love I can muster out into the Universe, to help get these people through the next day, the next week, to begin the healing for this tiny town, to let them know that others share their sorrow. Will you join me?