We thought it was safe to run, to fly, to go to school, to play. I am heartbroken that my children are being raised in a world that has such evil.
I am heartbroken at the absurd violence that seems to have taken over our lives. I am saddened that we seem to be innoculated to the mayhem that has taken over our daily news.
But I am more than grateful that for every one person who takes a life there are hundreds that speak up and say IT IS NOT OKAY. That for every person who ran away from a massacre, they were outnumbered by those who ran towards to help.
All of these deaths/victims/lives and the many that I did not include, are across gender/race/faith/moral upbringings. All of these deaths are not the sole result of a gun, bomb, knife, automobile, airplane or other weapon. Their only commonality is that their lives were shortened for absolutely no reason at all.
Their deaths are the result of some person (for lack of a better word) who did not see the beauty in this World.
There are no words to alleviate the pain and suffering of any person affected by violence.
Not yesterday, not today, not a decade ago and not tomorrow. I do not want to live in a police state or a state of fear. I want to enjoy the beauty of this world and pass it on to my children. All I can do is strive to raise our children (and ourselves) to stand up and say enough.
The ONE murder of Robert Saylor is equal to the murders of 9/11. Every life counts.
No more bigotry, off-color jokes. No more child abuse. No more elder abuse or spousal. No more killing for the sake of killing. No more hate.
No more using non-combatants as chess pieces in your war against whatever you are against.
Utopia, peace-filled world is hard to attain. But until we say ENOUGH we will never be able to get there.
Peace. Love. Understanding. Comfort.
I will not forget your pain.
Those are the only words that I can offer to any who are suffering today.