Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Broken Heart

I have remained quiet since violence ripped through my home state of Connecticut last week. I think that part of me has tried to block it out of my thoughts, thinking that such a tragedy could not happen in a place like Newtown, Connecticut. 

As more and more details emerge, I am starting to come to terms with it all. I see the bravery, strength and love from the families affected, and the outpouring of support from our country. I am beginning to learn more about the shooter and how he came to such a tragic end.  And we will of course begin to see a drastic alteration in our country's views about safety, mental health reform and gun control.

I grew up in a town similar to Newtown, and remain friends with families that continue to reside there.  My heart breaks for this small community that was once free of violence and sadness.  Cheshire, Connecticut, up until the Petite tragedy in 2006, was just like Newtown where no one locked their doors and everyone knew each other by name.  Both of my parents were grade school teachers, and prior to their retirement, it was easy for someone to walk into their school for a visit.

It's amazing how things can change in an instant.  It is a reminder that anything could happen, and it's a lesson to treasure every moment you have with your loved ones.  I pray for the families and friends of the victims lost in this horrible tragedy, and know that the wonderful people of Connecticut will be there, with outreached arms.  God bless.

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