The tragedy in Connecticut (one of many yesterday) has hit this country hard. I, like everyone else, have been seeking to make sense of it all. I want to understand the motive of a man who could kill so many so young. I want to know what kind of guns he carried, what sort of home he was raised in. After a warm winter evening’s walk to buy ice cream and look at Christmas lights, I finally turned on the news. We sat for a while, watching Scott Pelley, eating dinner. And A. said, “Let’s turn it off. After a point, there’s nothing more to say.”
There are real conversations to be had of course, conversations about the country I live in, mental health care, gun control, and hopefully much more. Violence that cuts so deep cannot be swept away. I hope that in the wake of such horror, we face these conversations as fellow human beings. None of us wants to see our child covered in blood. None of us wants to a child’s blood on our son’s hands.
You and your little ones, and my other friends who are parents of small children, have been so big in my head and heart since yesterday. Love you very much.