This morning, with Christmas and the end of the year looming ever larger, I had every intention of looking back over 2012... a kind of “the year that was...”, but then came the events at Sandy Hook in Newton, Connecticut...
Out of respect to those who perished and those families who lives have been devastated by the loss of a loved one, I am not going to mention the name of the killer. Nor am I going to go into any detail as to how the tragedy unfolded... nothing anyone can say will change the awful fact that 27 people were killed – and twenty of them were children.
Children who were presumably getting more excited by the day for the arrival of Santa...
Children who had every right to enjoy growing up before taking on the responsibility of adulthood, with all the possibilities that life can bring...
That right was taken from them in an instant yesterday, in the most heartless circumstances and I simply cannot imagine the raw grief that has engulfed this small town. I honestly don’t know how you can begin to pick up the pieces after something like this... a story that you read about, but always happens “somewhere else”. Well, for the residents of Newton, Connecticut, that “somewhere else” was home... the sorrow you would have had for the loss of unknown lives is now the anguish felt for a friend, a neighbour, or worst of all, a young child you helped to bring into the world.
I have said on here once before that I am not an overly religious person... but with due respect to anyone whose faith has a deep and
meaningful significance, maybe this morning I would be wondering (even questioning) quite what bigger purpose there can possibly be for yesterday’s tragedy...
All my own work... almost.