“Grief can’t be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.”
~Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I live next door to an elementary school. My apartment overlooks a small playground. That was one of the reasons I moved into this space — I like hearing the kids play in the afternoon.
The kids who played outside my window 20 years ago are now college grads. I imagine them all grown up now: traveling the world, paying down student debt, working downtown, playing pro football, moving to Silicon Valley, starting their own businesses. They’d grow up to be doctors who’d nag me about the bad cholesterol. They’d become architects whose buildings I’d admire or laugh at. They’d become artists whose paintings I could neither understand nor afford.
But they would grow up. I never once imagined that those 6- and 7-year-olds would be in harm’s way. Until they’re old enough to navigate the world on their own, we would provide safe passage.
The violence at Sandy Hook Elementary School on Friday has shaken me to the core. Out of our collective grief, I pray for answers, solutions — the wisdom to prevent this from happening again. To the people of Newtown, Connecticut — our hearts are with you. We grieve.