I want to cry but if I start, I will not be able to stop. These beautiful, innocent children are gone, likely killed by someone close to them that they loved. They did not ask to be born; they did not ask for anything; they only were little children. Look at them. Bright eyes and smiles. Three siblings.
I want to cry because we failed them and their parents. Somehow, somewhere, things went sideways and the victims are these children. How could someone become so desperate that they would kill happy, unsuspecting children? Canada is supposed to be safe. Canadians applaud themselves for their safe and caring communities, their social systems that are there to look after the less fortunate, their social systems that should protect the young and defenseless.
How could this happen? How could three young children just be killed? They are healthy and happy. Christmas is coming and yet....this.
I could cry but that would do nothing. We see the television images. The neighbours, the friends, the family and the strangers. All of them fine and caring people. All of them coming to pay tribute to the three dead children and to leave remembrances. All too late. The children are dead and it cannot be undone.
Again, I could cry but it does no good. I cannot fathom the despair that led to the murder of these three beautiful children. Somehow we must all be more vigilant...we must all be more helpful.
It is a mystery that those who are not depressed or mentally ill or frightened cannot understand. Yet, if we do not, the tragedy will be repeated.
I could cry but then I could not stop.
I've been writing on and off for years and this is where my more serious pieces will be.