Eleven days until Christmas and our hearts are broken by the senseless killing of children and teachers in Sandy Hook Elementary School. Families changed forever, robbed of joy and happy memories in the most beautiful of seasons. Christmas is truly a child’s holiday. The love, the joy, the excitement -- it’s a holy time, a fun time, with Santa Claus, elves and presents.
I look at my children and I hug them tight. I gather them close to me. I don’t want to let them out of my sight. My oldest is a world away and 24 years old, but still, I want to call him, talk to him, hug him, make sure he is alright.
I don’t understand why more and more people are killing others in mass shootings. Is it lack of gun control? Is it our society that glamorizes violence? Is it because people aren’t getting the help they need or because they want to be remembered for the senseless act of killing? Perhaps it is a combination of all the above.
School years in my day and age, we never had to worry about guns. Guns were for hunting. Daddy’s guns were kept in his closet, safely tucked away in their cases, ammunition locked in his safe. On the rare occasion I got to see the gun, Daddy always said, “Guns are not toys. They are for hunting and protection, never for playing with or hurting others.” I understood and I never worried about it.
But things are different now. There are things I can’t control in this world, things I can’t explain. Hearts are breaking; families are hurting and in the midst of this season of joy, lives will never be the same.
Sending love to the families in Connecticut.
• Bridgette Crosby is a writer who lives in and loves the Queen Creek/San Tan Valley area. Reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org.