Thoughts and fears of my child’s death have made
themselves a regular and sadly normal part of my life. However, losing a child
in a place and manner such as happened last week in CT is unfathomable. I can’t
go so far as to say it is “worse”. I don’t see how losing your child could be
worse one way than another. One way you aren't expecting it and it is done by a madman. The other way you have to watch your child die a slow, painful death by a killer no one can control. Either way you are devastated. Dead inside. Broken.
Still, as the facts came out over the weekend, we saw
it as it was—heinous and unimaginable.
My heart breaks for these families, and I offer up
sincere prayers for their comfort, peace, and ability to go on. Sometimes life
gives you lemons and you have to make lemonade. Other times life sends you a
tsunami and cuts you down to drown you.
Rest in peace, sweet babies.
