I know we’re all stunned by the shooting in Colorado, and that our hearts and healing wishes go out to everyone involved, but I can’t stop thinking that each time we talk about “the victims” we minimize who they were (WERE, not are) as people.
They were daughters, girlfriends, sons, fathers, boyfriends, sisters, brothers. They were special. They were loved.
And now, through some disgusting and senseless act, they are gone, no longer to be hugged, to be part of a conversation, a meal. If we feel gutted by this, just imagine the families of those who were hurt or killed.
There is no punishment harsh enough, no words soothing enough. No logic. It could have been any one of us.
Our hearts ache yet I doubt it helps.