Today is not a great day for America. It’s not a great day for anyone. Amid the rush of holiday shopping, Christmas carols and people wishing each other a joyful holiday, there has been tragedy.
Twenty children, in grades ranging from kindergarten to fourth grade, will not be home for Christmas. Not this year. Not ever again.
Six adults will never wish their families ‘Merry Christmas’ ever again.
Black wreaths will replace the merry green ones. Funeral arrangements will replace family feasts of joy. Tears will be shed on gifts not given. Families will gather to wonder ‘why’.
Because one individual had a grudge. Had a mental illness that went undetected. Or simply felt his childhood was ‘unfair’.
We will never know exactly why he decided to kill his mother, then walk into an elementary school full of children he most likely didn’t know with guns blazing. I know I don’t understand it. I can’t wrap my head around the idea that killing twenty young kids made him feel better or stronger or more independent. They did nothing to him. They never bullied him, never stole his lunch or gave him a swirly. I would bet none of them even knew who he was. He has managed to mar the holidays for these families forever. Christmas (or which holiday they celebrated) will never, ever be a happy time of year again. It will only serve of a reminder of the time of year they lost a child, a parent, a grandparent, an aunt or an uncle.
My heart goes out to those who lost family today. And to their friends who can not find any words of comfort, because there are no words of comfort. And to the children who survived, but lost friends.
There will no Christmas lights in my home tonight. They will remain dark.
For the lost children.
For the lost adults.
For the first responders who will forever have those images in their heads.
For the officers who came to stop the gunman.
For the families grieving without restraint.
My prayers go up and out. I hope yours do too.