I don’t even know how to approach discussing the events that occurred earlier to day in Newtown, Connecticut. Children–babies, really–killed by a gunman who ambushed their little classrooms. Adults killed while working at an elementary school filled with rosy-cheeked, darling little ones on a chilly winter’s day. I feel like we as a country have collectively lost the ability to breathe.
I want to turn off the TV, but I can’t. I’m angry at media outlets (CNN, I’m talking to you) that are making statements about having “permission” to shove cameras and mics into the surviving children’s faces to speak about the horror they just witnessed. Those little kids are going to have to endure their childhood images on the Internet for the rest of their lives…and their families’ lives. Is a “scoop” really that important? Those parents who “gave you permission” are in SHOCK. Yeah. Nice job. The coverage is only going to accelerate over the next hours and days. The minutiae of these events will be dissected, reported, retracted, then re-reported just as it is every single time this happens. How many more times can we endure these tragedies?
Watching our President speak to the country not only as our Leader, but as a loving parent of two young daughters was heartbreaking. Seeing him break down during his statement was almost too much to bear.
“The majority of those who died today were children — beautiful little kids between the ages of 5 and 10-years-old,” he said. “They had their entire lives ahead of them — birthdays, graduations, weddings, kids of their own.”
I don’t have an answer. We all want to know “why?“. All I have are the same reactions and pain the rest of you are feeling. Evil is real. And it stormed into an elementary school in a small town in Connecticut today.
This is a difficult post to write, but I’ve written worse, haven’t I? Hunter is coming home from a 60-day stint in a very hardcore rehab facility tomorrow. I’m staying in a hotel nearby his facility, as it’s about 3+ hours away home; he will be discharged at 8:00 a.m.
Photos: Tahna Edwards
My stomach hurts. It’s been hurting for, hmmmm, well over 60 days. I’ve emotionally flogged myself bloody and gotten really sick during the process of Hunter’s addiction. It’s not just his situation that’s making me so weak and skinny again, but the worrying isn’t helping.
My SilverFox husband and I visited Hunter on Sunday. He looked healthier than I’ve seen him in YEARS. No dark circles under his eyes, clear skin, strong and muscular from working out and eating well. He was sweet, funny and gracious and introduced us to the many other residents. It’s still all kind of a blur, though.
I’m still remembering the skinny little junkie...and I’m scared. He just turned 22 and this was his 5th time in rehab. I want to believe with all my heart that everything will be okay, I really do. But.
Expect current photos of a healthy Hunter very soon.
I seriously just came across these scary and haunting photos a few minutes ago, and I cannot stop crying.