Today I am writing with a heavy heart. Twenty beautiful children and six dedicated teachers died a terrible death. I pray that all those left behind will find the strength and courage to deal with their grief and find a way to go on with life in the best way possible.
I too lost a child. One moment she was there and then she was gone, taken by a virulent and terrible form of meningitis, known as meningococcyl septicaemia. She was 21 years old. The last time I saw her she was wearing white shorts and a white shirt. With her dark, long hair, and beautiful dark eyes, she looked stunning. She kissed me on her way out to meet her boyfriend. I never saw her alive again. Yesterday – December 16th was the anniversary of her death and each year on the date, I still struggle to believe that she is really gone.
I cannot stop thinking about the shock and horror that these parents are experiencing. I know from my own experience that when you lose a child in a totally unexpected way, processing the loss is incredibly difficult to deal with. A parent is never ever prepared to lose a child, even when they know it is inevitable due to a prolonged illness. How can you prepare yourself for something so devastating? But when it happens in the most unpredictable, split second way, the shock for the parent is indescribable.
I do have some thoughts I would like to share with you about what could have happened that caused the shooter to behave in this way. And how this could have possibly been prevented. But not today. Perhaps in my next blog.
Today is about sending strength to the bereaved.