This blog is normally lighthearted. Today’s post is written with a heavy heart. Not just for those who lost their lives in the Sandy Hook Elementary School tragedy, but for humanity as a whole.
There are no words to describe the horrific events. They don’t exist. It shouldn’t have happened. But it has happened. It has happened before and I’m sure it will happen again.
So many people lost their lives — All too young. As someone who lost a child, I can sympathize to a degree. Our loss was a natural event. This shouldn’t have happened. Signs were missed. Who knows how long the gunman had been on the path to this point in time and this outcome? What could have been done years ago that would have prevented it? What could have been done last week?
We are all on paths that go somewhere. We have the ability to change direction and make a new path. The paths of the people killed have ended. Yours continues. What are you going to do about it?
In Andy Andrews’ book The Traveler’s Gift, David Ponder, the main character finds himself in a room of immense size and undefined dimensions. The room goes on as far as he can see and is taller than he can see. The room is filled with TVs, shingles, computers, books, and anything else you can think of. It is full of pictures of people. The room is filled with everything that could have been but never was. The room is filled with intentions.
We are all going to miss out on what these people, these children, would have done. How many books would they have written? Was there a movie star in the bunch? Were new teachers being raised? Did we just lose a cure for cancer?
We won’t know. The main tragedy is the loss of these lives. An unseen tragedy is the loss of what those lives were meant to be.