United in Grief

I haven't turned on the news since December 14.
I refuse.
But, see, I am lucky enough to have that option.
I have the luxury of closing my eyes and living my life without the constant reminder of the tragedy that took place on the opposite coast.

No words I could come up with and nothing I could say could ever help. It could never make anything make sense.

At first we were united in grief. We as Americans and as human beings felt a collective, gut-wrenching sadness and an intense anger for the unimaginable. And then the arguing began as panic swept the nation. Giving guns to teachers? Metal detectors? Taking guns away? Is it God's punishment?

To me, these are things that need to be worked out. I have my opinions about them. But right now, I don't think this is the time to discuss them. Right now, our focus needs to be elsewhere. Our focus needs to be on these beautiful babies and heroes who lost their lives for absolutely no reason. There are families who will spend Christmas, birthdays, and the rest of their lives without their babies, moms, sisters, daughters, sons, brothers, nephews, cousins, friends... Now, more than ever, they need our prayers. They need us to be united as a country for them.

R.I.P.