It just kills me - it physically hurts - to think about what the parents of these precious babies are going through. Instead of planning Christmas with last minute visits to Santa Claus, drinking hot chocolate while watching Polar Express, reading 'Twas the Night Before Christmas . . . these parents are planning the funerals for their babies. The world is cruel and unfair.
When my stepdaughter came home from school Friday afternoon, she proclaimed it to be the "saddest day ever." Memphis, just like the rest of the country, was reeling from the Connecticut shootings, but also from the death of a police officer who was killed in the line of duty. Hitting even closer to home, she was the mother of four. Two of her daughters attend school with Z, one is in her grade and she described her as a friend. It was a heartbreaking day for their school. Not only that, but this -- this school shooting -- it was her Columbine. She will always remember that she was in the seventh grade when it happened. She'll always remember that it was the day her friend's mom was killed while serving a seach warrant. Friday was a somber day in our house.
A little look at our week:
