Saturday, December 15, 2012

A Grandma Mourns

Sometime in the mid-morning I had to turn off the television. I couldn't watch any more news reports from the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting. I had first heard of this horrible, horrible event yesterday when I checked the news during my lunch period. There were no details then and I couldn't afford to know any more about it since I had two more classes to teach and I didn't trust myself to remain positive and upbeat to the kids I was responsible for at the time. Then when I returned home in the afternoon I tuned in to the news and the awful details were everywhere. I couldn't hold back the tears for those twenty children and their teachers.  We have had to deal with the death of students at our school in the past and when something like Sandy Hook occurs it stirs the ashes of those past emotions and makes them surface again.

I couldn't fall asleep last night for thinking about all of those lovely, innocent children and dedicated education professionals who tried desperately to protect them. I'm a teacher. I'm a mom and a grandma. As I sit here in my cozy living room, in front of my festive Christmas tree and look at the pictures of my own three, beautiful grandchildren, two of whom are still in elementary school themselves, I cannot help but think of the deep sea of grief that will be replacing the high tide of joy for the victims' families this holiday season. I mourn with them and my heart goes out to them.

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