Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Grief and Horror
This world has a dark underbelly, doesn't it?
Andy Warhol once said that everyone would get 15 minutes of fame. And that sometimes feels true. Reality television, YouTube, the blogging world all have made fame a reality for people who otherwise might not ever reach an audience.
And as twisted minds and broken people strive to make their mark, grab their fame, heinous behavior seems to be increasing.
Shootings and terror once happened infrequently. The little pockets of affected world would gasp, question, grieve and begin to heal before the next lunatic struck the next community.
The massacre in Connecticut takes suicide and mass murder to the next level of horror. Suicide by cop has existed for a long time. Have we now entered a societal norm of suicide by sensationalism?
My heart goes out to the families who have been victimized and who have lost their precious babies. And to the community that has suffered such a tremendous blow. I can't begin to wrap my mind around the loss and the horror.
Stolen from these families are the babies, this Christmas, all future normal, safety and security, peace, sleep, and large chunks of their hearts. The community has lost normalcy, peace, a sense of protection, a mere fraction of population that, like a thread, runs throughout the warp and weave of the entire town.
Added to them all is fear, twisted memories, grief over what will never be, and even the loss of being able to mourn and remember each individual person outside of this horrible mass victim tragedy.
My prayers are with you. And, though, none of us can even begin to understand your loss and the depth of this tragedy and what it means for your future, so many grieve your loss and your pain.