A tragic day it was. Just watching the news on TV and skimming through articles of this shocking massacre that happened at Sandy Hook Elementary School, I could imagine the trauma that the teachers and kids who survived will go through. Those sweet innocent kids will be scarred for life.

 

How despicable of the killer to do that. The children he killed were only six or seven years old—what did those kids ever do to him? Their lives haven’t even started. They are kids, for crying out loud. What? You had a bad day? You got into a fight with someone?

 

Okay, maybe those are possibilities, but you don’t go to an elementary school and kill kids and teachers. And then what? Kill yourself after? Running away from guilt?

 

Looking forward to Santa Claus

 

These kids were looking forward to Santa Claus, snow and the Christmas break. These kids were young, and now they won’t ever experience graduation, their first kiss, kids of their own; they won’t ever take a driver’s test. The gunman stole their future with a single gunshot.

 

And what about those kids who lived? Thank goodness they are still young and can’t comprehend the meaning of a gunman killing someone, killing their friend or best friend. But they will carry that moment for the rest of their lives. A scar. Trauma.

 

And the parents? Grief. Some may be lucky and have their daughter and son in their arms,  a second chance at life. But others? They are in disbelief and grief. Tears are streaming down their faces.

 

Nine days before Christmas, instead of picking Christmas gifts for their children they are going to be grieving and hurting, devastated and lost because they just lost their big bundle of sunshine and happiness.

 

I don’t have a kid yet; I’m only 13. But if this happened to my future child, I would be shattered and lost. I know I don’t have the right to think that, and God forbid it should happen to my future kids. But I am still in shock, and I cannot believe that this guy, Adam Lanza, had the audacity to kill himself after he killed numerous kids and teachers.

 

Why am I writing this? Because I feel grief and sorrow for the children and teachers killed. I know I’m not a relative of any of them, and I didn’t know any of them personally, but I just had to write this, for the children and those parents. To say that there is someone here, across the world from Connecticut, in Manila, Philippines, who  feels some of their grief, too.

 

There are now 20 angels up in heaven, and six teachers watching those beautiful young souls.