I am 52 years old, and have experienced my share of sadness. But what happened yesterday in Connecticut has me, for the first time ever, wondering about and questioning God.
It's been a long time since my two children were in Kindergarten. Those two first days, however, are very clear in my mind. After I left them in their classrooms and walked back to my car, I cried both times. They were so small, and they were setting out on such a big adventure. It never crossed my mind that, on any given day, I might not be able to pick them up in the line of cars, but would have to go to the medical examiner to retrieve them.
That someone the same age as my younger child could walk into a school and shoot 6 and 7 year-olds over and over again defies reason. That parents had to wait after getting that horrifying news, that those babies were still lying where they fell and they could not get to them, is something my heart cannot bear.