The carnage continues.
As the nation celebrated the holidays, not far from our thoughts were 26 tables in Newtown, Conn., that had an empty space at them.
We wonder what it will take to stop the violence. And even before the conversation dwindles to a slow simmer, another madman armed with a gun hits the headlines.
We talk about who would possibly need an assault rifle and enough magazines to inflict a deep, lasting sorrow on the nation.
We discuss the need for better mental health services, getting those direly in need of help into the right hands, before they can pick up a firearm on their own and wreak havoc.
We hold vigils, ring bells, and gather to remember those we have lost.
The name of a small Connecticut town now is seared into our memory. Newtown now resides beside Columbine, Aurora and Virginia Tech.
Before any of them, there was a troubled woman who arrived at a local mall intent on shooting the place up.
Those are the cases that stick in our mind. In Newtown, it was not just the numbers killed — 26 — but the fact that 20 of them were innocents, elementary school children gunned down in a moment of madness.
For days, when the nation closed its eyes, it was those young, vibrant faces that haunted our thoughts. Continued...
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