I don’t know that there is anything I can say that fully expresses how I feel about the tragedy that took place at SandyHook Elementary on Friday. My initial sadness and grief was mixed with anger and frustration. This time, it was children. Twenty of them. And six adults who did there very best to protect them from an evil that descended without warning or remorse.
As a parent, I don’t think you ever stop worrying about your children. My daughter is 30. She lives in NYC and I worry about her well-being everyday. On Friday, my heart went out to every parent who lost a child and every parent I know who has a child the same age as the children of Sandy Hook. What do you say? I don’t know if there are words that can comfort enough. So, I pray. I don’t do it often or enough. That changes now. That much I CAN do.