Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Because I Need To Keep Talking About It

I thought about other things to write about today, but I can't.

I'm not a Wahoo. I'm not a Hokie. But I am raising my children in Virginia. They attend school in the same district as some of the students who were killed...the same district as the gunman.

I held those beautiful boys of mine extra tight last night. I hugged them longer. I took in their smell. I felt the softness of their skin. I tried to imprint it all on my memory.

Because what if? What if those were my children? Would I remember it all? Could I hold on to it?

What would I do if I were those parents?

It's horrifying.

I grieve for the families of everyone involved. And yes, especially for the family of the troubled young man who lost his grip reality yesterday.

My heart especially aches for that young man who was obviously very, very troubled. I am sorry that he didn't find help. I can't imagine what it was that brought him to his actions. I in no way condone or excuse them, but I hurt to think that someone was so troubled and felt there was no other way out. His family will need extra prayers.

There are many other people sharing their feelings about yesterday's events. Kevin, Jessica and Joy all brought tears to my eyes. I'm sure there will be more. As I know there will be more hugs and more kisses for the ones I love.

12 Deserve Mamma's Love:

mcewen said...

Although I'm actually in America now, this has spread waves of sadness throughout the world.
Best wishes

Dorky Dad said...

I find the thing so unbelievably sad and troublesome that I have a difficult time putting words to it. There's no sense in asking why someone would do such a thing, because people who do such things don't think in terms of reality.

Pendullum said...

I think sadness and horror have been spread over the world with this story.. As unlike with a bomb, the shooter was face to face with what he was doing and he just kept on killing... I weep...I weep for such horror, such lack of humanity and how all these people witnessed a cruelty of a troubled soul... and that will never go away...

Janet a.k.a. "Wonder Mom" said...

I know.
I spent extra time last night too...
I can't stop thinking about it.

Oh, The Joys said...

Hugs and kisses to you, friend.

Beth said...

Hugging your "babies" helps - wish mine were home to hug.
It is all beyond our understanding, which makes it even more terrifying.
How dark that young man's world must have been.
And how unbearable the lives of those who have lost loved ones must be.

A Citizen said...

It never seems to stop does it? The tragedy comes in different forms- Yet a bomb is the same as a gun, or a plane, or a tank, or the lingering spectre of starvation.

We get numb to it- 182 killed in a bomb blast in Iraq today- 200,000 in Darfur, 33 killed by a single person in the USA- It is all the same- The candle lights of life are blown out.

The living are left with the knowledge and the dispair. The dead have moved on.

Terri said...

I know ...
I can't stop thinking of it myself...

Kim said...

(((Hugs))) You're such a momma.

Gunfighter said...

Hi Mamma!

First time visiting your blog... I didn't know you were in Springfield!

We are practically neighbors... I work just north of the interchange, and live in eastern Prince William.

How about that?

Regarding the shootings... one of those kids went to a high school not three miles from our house.

Thanks for the vote!

GF

Queen of the Mayhem said...

I have been absolutely SICK over this!

You and your family were on my mind all day. I can't even imagine how you must feel, seeing as it is so close. It is so difficult to make sense of the whole thing.

Can you even imagine what the parents of the killer must be feeling?

What a tragedy!

Attila The Mom said...

I've been thinking a lot about you this week out there in Virginia. It's hard enough to experience the tragedy from halfway across the country, but I can't imagine what it must be like with it all around you. :-(

xoxo