School Shooting!

I published the following post on Facebook yesterday and with some addendum I put it out today on this blog.

How do we switch, so quickly, from acknowledging the tragedy that happened in Florida, to our everyday lives, or to watching the Olympics or enjoying a family gathering or doing homework or preparing dinner? It’s an unreal transition. 

The school shooting in Florida in which so many innocents were taken from us so quickly and so violently is only the latest incident. Eighteen school incidents so far this year alone. We learn about them, we cry, we shake our heads, and then after we are informed, we try to get on with our lives. It’s not easy; it is surreal, it is almost immoral to try.

I have lost a child and a spouse. Not to the violence of guns and hate, but to the insidious debilitation of cancer. I had time to say goodbye. The parents of Florida’s victims did not. A kiss, a hug, an uttered “I love you,” said in haste as the front door closed will never be enough. Rapid goodbyes with death as an ending will never have closure.

The resulting emptiness of loss, the righteous anger, the wailed questions of why, the flowing wet tears will eventually decrease, but the lingering dry tears of the heart will last for years.

When children kill other children; it is an adult social pathogen that has infected them. We need to fix it.

Addendum:

All of us need to fix it. The gun-rights people, Congress, parents, students, liberals,  conservatives, independent, the religious, wall-street,  businesses, The President, everybody. It is time. Do not let it pass into yesterday’s or last week’s news, do not wait for the mourning to stop, it won’t, NOW IS THE TIME.

Continuing Questions

Another school shooting. Students and faculty dead. It’s the 18th school shooting this year, and it’s only mid-February.

Congress does nothing.

Why?

The top spy agency heads warn that Russia will continue to influence the 2018 elections with lies, false news and more and the White House has not directed we do something to stop it.

Why?

Be My Valentine

Some thoughts on this Valentines Day.

Could we possibly be victims of a manufactured holiday, perpetrated by the greeting card, florists, and candy companies?

It would be nice if all the expressions of affection bandied about today were to last more than just today. Imagine having less argument and more communication, more love and less selfishness every day.

Valentine’s day wasn’t started by the marketing merchants of hype; they only take advantage of our sentimentality. The early Christian church proclaimed this event to counter a pagan festival that had a little too much celebration and debauchery for the ascetic beliefs of that time.

Why the church leaders chose Valentine to be their champion of love, no one knows for sure.

Historically it may be a strange choice. The Valentine, who became the saint and iconic surrogate lover for this day was beheaded for his beliefs and became a martyr.

Maybe it is appropriate to name the day after him…people do tend to lose their heads when in love.

The Dictionary and the hands of time.

As I watched the news from the White House tonight, I picked up a dictionary to look up a word. As I held the book, I looked closely at my hands. A visual reminder that I am in the September of my seventh decade. Some wrinkles, some protruding veins, some blemishes outside, but inside all-over it doesn’t feel any different than my thirties. My mind, however, is acute, discerning and curious.
 
I looked up my word and then as I put the book down it magically opened to the “O’s.”
 
There on the page was the word, “obfuscation.” My glasses fell off, and I thought I saw in blurry clarity the meaning.
 
ob·fus·ca·tion
ˌäbfəˈskāSH(ə)n/
noun
 
1. the action of making something obscure, unclear, or unintelligible.
 
Then there appeared, in my mind,  the second, third and fourth meanings of obfuscation. They were names.
 
Kelley Ann Conway
Sara Huckabee Sanders
Donald Trump
 
Under See Also: It listed the following agency
 
a. EPA
 
I put my glasses back on, and the book closed.