Of Blessed Memory

Today is the first anniversary of the Sandy Hook school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut. One year ago today, twenty children and the six adults who bravely attempted to protect their students were taken from us.

I have no personal connection to anyone connected to the shooting, but my heart bleeds just the same.

We need to make changes in this country.  I am all for protecting the rights of my fellow citizens, as well as protecting the constitution, but our guns laws must change. How many times in the news have we seen stories about innocents being murdered? How many times must we bury our loved ones? How many children will be taken before their time before things change?

The murders, in addition to putting a large and glaring spotlight on the severely needed change in gun laws, also questions how we deal with those with mental health issues. Perhaps this tragedy might had been averted had he received the necessary medical treatments.

Hindsight is always 20/20. We can always ask, what if. What if we had done something different? What if this tragedy could have been prevented?

Unfortunately, there is  no way to go back, undo what has been done. We can only remember them, of blessed memory and work to hopefully prevent another tragedy like Sandy Hook.

On a personal note, one of the teachers killed, Mary Joy Greene Sherlach, attended the same college as I did. It’s an honor to be an alumni of the same school. RIP.

Sandy Hook

I remember Columbine.

It was April of my senior year of high school.

The shooting was announced on the news and I didnt remember anything like that at my high school that day.

The victims of the Columbine shooting were part of my generation.

They had some of the opportunities to grow and live that the children who were murdered last friday never will.

They will never fall in love.

They will never walk across the stage to accept a diploma, they will never know what it is like to have a fulfilling career.

They will never be able to say “I do”, their children are oblitarated from this earth a generation before they would have ever existed.

I cry for them.

I cry for the school administrators and teachers who died protected their students, they are heroes in every sense of the word.

I cry for the families who have to bury their loved ones at the time of year when they should be celebrating.

We must change things in this country.

Every child must learn to respect themselves and others.

We must reform the mental health system.

And we MUST reform the gun laws. We have buried too many Americans because of gun violence.

Hug your children and tell that that no matter what, you still love them.

Thank a teacher, the job they do is one of the hardest and rewardings jobs to have.


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