There will be no visuals with today’s post. There can be none that wouldn’t further break our collective hearts. I brought my three children up in Ridgefield CT for 30 years…just a short drive from Newtown. I know people there effected by this horror I’m sure, and I hope they know my pain and hope is with them.
We are lovers of children’s stories and books, and much of that involvement comes from a love for innocent, learning, growing children and their promised hope for the future. It’s inconceivable that any evil comes to sweet children anywhere, but of course it does too often. This was just an extreme event of random evil that just can’t be truly taken in. My family just celebrated the birth of a new granddaughter, our 7th grand child in fact. We were, and are still, feeling very very blessed at this blessed time of year. Suddenly we also feel betrayed and helpless. What can we really do to protect anyone…even ourselves. Life doesn’t always make sense. It’s not always joy and blessings or even quiet unmemorable moments! How to grasp that and move on into life, but we do, and must. This holiday season is a time of sincerely warm spirit and deep emotion…. and we need to still allow that story into our hearts, as this other horrific story has forced its way in. We need to hold onto the story of love, sharing, caregiving of family and the future’s hope for all. Particularly for those devastated families in Newtown. We need to hold onto our loved ones and feel the blessings of their being. Just their being here with us.