Again, we mourn…
It’s tragic. Once again blood has been spilt. Once again tears have been shed. Once again our flag flies half mast. One again we mourn. Once again we ask, “Why?”
It seems so senseless. The whole thing is beyond our comprehension. What was going through his mind as he walked the halls with his weapon of death. Did he wake that morning knowing the lives he was going to shatter later that day? Had he been planning this for weeks? Months? Years? Was the vision of his future so dark that there were no options? What did he see? What did he feel? Why did he do it?
One target? One shot? But after one shot, after that line was crossed, did knowledge of his unused ammunition seem a waste considering that his life would be forever changed? Did the evil he battled finally take hold and strangle all the good from his heart and reason from his mind? Why?
Was it about power? Respect? Did all the years of being unknown and unheard finally drive him to insanity. Did the horrific screams of his victims and those fleeing only embolden him as he finally had their attention? Why did he press so far?
Why? Why? Why? We’ll never fully know. Answers have been lost in pulling of a trigger. However, answers don’t bring friends and loves ones back. Answers only provide a means in which we make sense of the senseless. The question prevails, even in the face of answers, for nothing can satisfy the pangs of loss. The question of “Why” will always remain. There is no answer for it. There is no acceptance. There is no forgetting.
Once again, another rip at our collective soul. Another wound that will never fully heal. Another reminder that life is too precious to waste. May we always remember those who are gone, and live for those we’ve lost.
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