Friday, December 14, 2012

Dead children

My son is in the second grade. I am heartbroken that I have to talk to my son about dead children again. What can we say? No words can convey what I'm feeling. Disgust. Anger.Terror. Why?

Every parent wants the best for the children. We want them to be safe. I cannot imagine what those parents are going through.

My son is almost 8.  I cannot believe that Ethan is in second grade. It seem like yesterday that he was a toddler full of wonder.

Now, there realities of life are intruding in our life. Dying kids. Shooters. Evil people. Pedophiles.Child abuse. It is inconceivable that the world is such a hellacious place.  I know that evil is everywhere, and, at 51, I know that evil is not a new concept. But, it seems that there are more evils now. 

Maybe because I am a parent now.

Ethan.  I am so lucky! Ethan is a great kid. Funny, joyous, active, creative, irreverent, and caring.

Tonight, when we are getting Ethan ready for bed, we will hold him even closer than normal.  Those parents who will wake up tomorrow knowing that their child is gone is horrible for me to consider.

The shooter should have a special place in hell. 

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