Today, in Connecticut there are parents who will wish, possibly for the rest of their lives, that they had never sent their children to school this morning. They will go over and over what they could have done differently.
No one should have to consider the possibility that when they send their little ones to school, that they might never come home.
Some will thank God or whatever forces of the universe they put their faith in for the fever, or the stomach bug or even the case of head lice that may have kept their child home today.
I can't even imagine what possesses a grown man to open fire on a building full of children.
It boggles the mind.
No child should ever have to see their teacher, principal and peers gunned down before their eyes. No child should have to live with that memory.
The teachers who were on duty, some of them will live with the memory and guilt, guilt that they should not have to bear, from being unable to save the children.
It feels like there should be some kind of metaphor here, but I have nothing. It's just as well. Enough people will use this event to political ends as it is. I don't want to add to it.
I don't want to speculate on this guys mental and emotional state. I don't want to talk about guns.
I just want to hold my babies.