Of Loss...
A year ago yesterday my grandmother passed away. A week before Christmas Eve. And suddenly the busiest, happiest time of the year seemed sad and cold. We gathered as a family and shared memories, but it wasn't the same. And at the time it seemed so difficult...
But I think... no, I'm sure... I would go through losing a grandmother every year at Christmas time - knowing she lived a long 73 years filled with memories and experiences and grandchildren... laughter and fun and well... LIFE, over ever having to watch someone lose their child. At Christmas time or any other time.
My heart has been heavy the past several days. It aches for the children who had to witness horrible, horrible things... for the children whose lives were cut so incredibly short... for the parents who sent their children to school that day knowing the were safe because that's what they were supposed to be, and instead coming back to school to pick up children who will likely be broken for years... or to find that there child is no longer alive. As a teacher I've cried for the children in those classrooms... as a human I've cried for humanity.
It's awful to think that anyone could ever do something as awful as this.
And yet, here we are...
There simply are no words to say that could adequately express how sorry I am for those whose lives are changed forever.
No comments:
Post a Comment