Aftermath

For days, I have been struggling with writing this blog post. Ever since we heard the tragic news of the shootings in Connecticut it seems like anything I say cannot possibly matter. As I walk my farm road, kicking the sandy soil and calling for the dog, I can only think of those forty parents who will never see their child run in a field again. As I chop celery and carrots for chicken soup, I think of those who will never prepare a meal for their child again. I look at my own children and dream of the future those other children won’t have.

For this and all the other violence in the world, for the terrorist bombings in the Middle East, for the six women killed by a loved one in domestic violence incidents in our county alone, for the survivors of the Aurora shootings, the Virginia Tech tragedy and the Columbine shootings, I have no answers. I wish I did. I am not a religious person, but I pray every day for peace in this world, for everyone to be happy and to love and respect everyone else. If anyone has any ideas for making this world a better and safer place for everyone, I would love to hear them.

For now, I hope all my friends, family members and my very special writer peeps know how much I love each and every one of them and how much I wish this world was a place where no one had to die at the hands of another person. I hope I get my Christmas wish that the world is changing for the better and that my children will grow up in peace. My love to you all with best wishes for a healthy, happy and peaceful new year.

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2 Responses to Aftermath

  1. Steve Gordy says:

    We forget that life is fragile until something like this happens. I can’t imagine what it will be like for school kids to go back into those buildings.

  2. Monet Jones says:

    Thank you, Beth
    Well said.

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