Monday, December 17, 2012

Broken hearted

My heart is broken.  My eyes can't handle the emotion and feeling that needs to leave my body to make me feel better.  There is no way to make this feeling go away.  It makes me afraid for my son, afraid for the future of this country.  It makes me afraid that when, not if, this happens again more loved ones will be lost.  Will it be yours?  Will it be mine?

There is no simple answer to where to go from here.  Better gun control?  Better mental health screenings?  Both?  Neither?  I don't know what the answer is but I do know something needs to change.  This country is having more and more mass shootings with far too many people dying for us to ignore what's going on and ask what we can do to make people safer from rifle-wielding lunatics.  Something needs to change.

All I know is 20 sets of parents showed up at a volunteer fire house praying to God their child was the next one to be safely walked through the door, that they would be on the happy end of a bittersweet reunion with their child and they could go home and have a good cry.  Those 20 sets of parents were still left there when no more children were walking through the door.  And seven other families were waiting to see if their loved one died protecting those children.

No one should have to go through that.  No gun law should protect those who own the guns over those who are killed with those same guns.  You have a right to bear arms, I agree, but those 27 people also had a right to be safe in their school and continue on with their glorious lives.

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