Yesterday I started writing a blog entry about our weekend at the Homestead. Then with the details of the Newtown massacre weighing on all of our minds, I felt totally insensitive posting it, so I didn’t. For all of us, the Newtown massacre has really hit home — literally. I hate to even think it or say it, but any of those little first-graders could’ve been Sam, also in first-grade. It could’ve been any kid, any teacher, any principal, anybody who happened to be in his horrific path. It’s beyond awful.
Sam’s teacher even resembled the slain principal with a huge smile and long dark brown hair tied in a ponytail. Even more similar, though, is her boundless enthusiasm and zest for being an educator, striving to be the very best she can be at every minute of every day. That her last act was hurling herself in the line of fire to disarm the gunman is so fitting given her limitless dedication. The same goes for all of the other teachers who died trying to protect the young students. Let’s make them our icons and role models, not the Hollywood crowd.
At least for me, seeing the pictures of all the victims has made it all so much more real, so much more tangible. Yesterday little boys Noah Posner and Jack Pinto had their funerals. The interviews with parents were among the saddest I have ever seen – or ever hope to see. Jessica Rekos’s mother was talking about how, after learning of her daughter’s murder, she immediately went home and got into her daughter’s death where her daughter had lain just a few hours earlier. She had cowboy boots ready to give her for Christmas. Her funeral is today.
