My mind keeps coming around to the Christmas presents. Many parents have bought presents for their children and hidden them away somewhere in the house. Maybe these presents are already wrapped. Maybe not.
It’s hard to think of the parents who will, eventually, take those presents from their hiding places but who will no longer have their child.
Marta Pelrine-Bacon 
No words; just tears, images of guns, instead of holly and Ivy,
It is hard to comprehend the vastness of such tragedies.
Christmas isn’t going to be the same for any of those families this year, whether they have their kids or not.
Even the adults there were someone’s kid. When you’re a parent, it won’t matter if your child is 5 or 50. They’re your child all the same. It is hard to comprehend how these families will piece their lives back together. I imagine this will lead some to drink, to divorce, to despair. And every Christmas will be darker than it ever ought to be. It is sad and frightening really.
Absolutely. I wasn’t negating any of the deaths. I know so many people who are having babies in the coming months and it scares me that those children are coming into such a messed up world.
Oh, Brianna, I didn’t think you were negating anything. I was worried I was. And as a mom, yes, it is scary to send a child out into the world. But in reality, in spite of the events we see endlessly brought up on 24 hour news, the world is less violent than it used to be. I worry anyway. Though. Worry, worry, worry.