The 3rd Anniversary of Sandy Hook


Today is the 3rd anniversary of the atrocity at Sandy Hook Elementary in Newtown, Connecticut.

That day was a bizarre day. I remember feeling nauseous and frightened all day.  As a mom of 2 and a former teacher, this incident hit closer to home than I could have even imagined that it would. It gave me nightmares. I felt heartbreak for the victims, those sweet babies… but my greatest pain was for their parents.

Until you have held a tiny baby in your arms and been given the gift of parenthood, you cannot ever imagine the pain that would come with having that most precious gift ripped from you.  Just 11 days before Christmas, just a few days before they would have been out of school for winter break, these tiny people were murdered in cold blood, in their school, in front of their peers.  It’s unimaginable.  But, it happened.

There are those that believe that the only way to stop these types of things is to ban guns.  Others want to restrict our right to bear arms.  There are still others that feel that all Americans should be allowed to own a gun. It is a complex situation and there isn’t a clear solution that I can see. But, today, let’s drop that conversation.

Today, let’s not argue about guns.  Let’s not allow our political views to keep us from remembering that these were people’s babies, their tiny humans, the ones that they held wrapped in a tiny blanket that day in the hospital.  The ones that held their mother’s hands as they learned to walk and rode on their daddy’s shoulders through the mall. .

Remember those daddies and mamas out there today who are likely re-living the most horrific day of  their lives. Take a moment and imagine what they are doing today.  Are they crying in bed all day?  Are they just trying to get through the day at work?  Are they holding their other children as they cry?  Are they screaming inside but calm on the outside?

I don’t know.  I can’t even imagine.  But, I am thinking of them today.  I am remembering the day that their very own hearts were torn from their chests…  I may not be able to do anything else, but I will not forget their babies.






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