I had the next few days posts ready and scheduled to post automatically, however, in the wake of yesterday’s tragedy, it felt wrong to post today’s post today.
I also don’t really know what to say about the shooting in Newtown, CT.
On Thursday, there were 20 minutes of my afternoon when I didn’t know where Monkey Girl was.
I mean, I seriously had no idea where she was, as there was a bit of a miscommunication between my mother and I about who was picking her up and when.
20 minutes and I absolutely lost my mind.
You can ask anyone I interacted with in those 20 minutes.
I was a complete and utter madwoman.
She was fine. She was with my mother. And if I had rationally thought it through, I would have been able to figure that out.
I tell this story not to shift attention to myself.
I tell this story to illustrate the fact that I cannot, in my wildest dreams imagine what the parents of those poor, sweet, innocent little children are feeling.
I had 20 minutes of uncertainty about where one of my children was and I was out of my mind with fear.
These parents had those moments of fear and uncertainty when they heard about the shooting and then their worst fears were confirmed.
I don’t know how they go on.
I honestly don’t.
How they face down the coming holidays.
Hell, how they face down the next few minutes.
And the next few.
And the next few.
I am absolutely heart-broken for the families of all of the victims.
Hold your own a little tighter and don’t sweat the small stuff like the spilled milk or messy rooms.
They are amazingly good problems to have.
Oh so true Amy.. I do not know how they go on. I am glad to hear Monkey Girl was found safe and sound. Give them all a big hug!
Comment by Debbie — December 15, 2012 @ 7:36 pm |
Yes Amy, I spent the better part of the day crying yesterday and honestly everytime I think about those babies and the adults who tried to save them I cry all over again. I cannot even begin to imagine how the families of these children will move ahead. They are not even mine I think , move ahead for what? My heart is broken for them all .
Comment by Kim — December 15, 2012 @ 8:23 pm |
I think the next few to the next few is exactly how they have to go on. It is the only way. It’s beyond awful.
Comment by Suburban Snapshots — December 15, 2012 @ 10:35 pm |
Those who have others and are forced to normalcy for them, are the luckier ones. At least they have something to force them to continue with life. Santa has to come 12 days later. Its a fact. If he doesn’t come, then a child who has lost a sibling, will question why Santa thinks he was bad this year. How do parents do that? How do they take those gifts, hidden away, mixed with the others – and do the wrapping – knowing there are some, which will never be played with by the intended.
Then, you have the others. Those without other children at home to break their sadness and force them into reality. OMG. How do they go on?
Tears. Tears. & more tears.
Comment by Carla — December 15, 2012 @ 11:34 pm |