WHAT A SAD TIME

I was sitting here thinking of the tragedies that have occurred in my life time. We all have personal tragedies, the loss of a parent, a friend, even a spouse or sibling. No I'm thinking of national tragedies. I was a freshman in high school, sitting in Latin class, when John F. Kennedy was killed. I was in college in Atlanta when Martin Luther King was killed. Only months later I was working back in New Jersey when Robert F. Kennedy was killed. I can go on, with Kent State, both NASA explosions, the attempted murder of President Reagan, Oklahoma City, 9/11, the list just goes on and not in any particular order. This tragedy in Tucson is different somehow. I don't know, maybe its because I'm in my 60's now and see this thread going all the way back to my teens. Maybe its because I'm a grandfather and don't want my grandchildren to see or experience the things that I have in my life.

Upon further and deeper thought I think its because of a nine year old girl. A little girl who had just made her first communion, a little girl who played baseball, a little girl who did very well in school, a little girl with hopes and dreams spread out before her. My "little" girl is pregnant with my second grandchild. My little girl went through all the same things that Christina Taylor Green went through, but my daughter got to live beyond nine years. That's why I cried on Saturday and Sunday. That's why I have a tear in my eye as I write this. Christina never got to fulfill her dreams or her hopes.......WHAT A SAD TIME.