America woke up with a collective pit in its stomach today, tears in its eyes, and endless unanswered questions.
How could this happen? Why would a 20-year-old kill 26 people at a Newtown, Conn. elementary school, including 20 innocent children? Who’s to blame? A lack of gun control? Mental illness? A childhood gone awry?
There are always more questions than answers when a tragedy of this magnitude hits. And the answers will likely take years to unravel if we ever get answers at all.
For me, I wanted to know more this morning about the young man, Adam Lanza, allegedly behind this. Former classmates described him as quiet and socially awkward. But that doesn’t explain a rage or instability so deep that someone would gun down innocent children.
I get nauseous thinking about what those little girls and boys must’ve felt — the confusion, the fear — when a man dressed in black barged into their classrooms and started shooting. I feel nauseous for their parents. And I feel so sad. Like many parents, I’ve been hugging my children extra tight this weekend, thinking about all those parents who will never get that chance again.
Even if the answers aren’t easy, we owe it to the innocent children and adults who died at Sandy Hook Elementary to do everything we can to work on preventing something like from ever happening again. We owe it to their parents. We owe it their siblings, their community, and this nation. We’re better than this. We’re more humane than this. Aren’t we? I have to believe we are.
The question now is how do we stop it? I don’t know.