It is so hard to believe that the murders at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut happened six months ago. Time flies by. The incidents become burned in our memory – Columbine, Virginia Tech, Aurora, Gabby Giffords, Newtown, Boston Marathon. But they all fade into the background, not to be thought about again until another incident occurs.
If you have the time and the will, I highly recommend this article in the Washington Post written about two parents of one of the first graders who was murdered. It is heartbreaking. But it helps us remember the human cost. http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/after-newtown-shooting-mourning-parents-enter-into-the-lonely-quiet/2013/06/08/0235a882-cd32-11e2-9f1a-1a7cdee20287_story.html
Unfortunately in today’s world, the parents learn that “U.S. policy was a months-long grind that consisted of marketing campaigns, fundraisers and public relations consultants. In the parents’ briefing book for the Delaware trip, a press aide had provided a list of possible talking points”. So the parents, on top of all of their grieving, are also asked to be symbols. They cannot be themselves, they must follow the “possible talking points”. So they go to political place and are ignored (politely I am sure) by many politicians. How hard is it to know a politician is deliberately trying to avoid eye contact with you, not because they do not have any sympathy, but becuase the politician knows (and you know) they are beholden to some lobbyist more than they are to you, grieving parent? So they cannot look at a grieving parent because their “position” does not link up with that parent. I could never be a politician, it takes too much losing of your soul.
So even the tragic death of a young one becomes a “battleground” between two opposing political forces. One, fighting for gun “control” the other fighting against it. Actually, probably a better way to say it is both sides of the political spectrum fighting to keep the money coming, and their jobs. Sad but true. The best we can all do is try to remember the lost ones. There are people grieving.