Making sense of insanity

There is no horror that compares to loss of a child. The shock is settling in and grieving right now is intense. There will be a genuine outpouring of love and support from family, friends and even strangers. People get back to their lives, and then comes the slow and only partial recovery. “The hours,” those times alone, in the early morning hours, force reflection and acceptance, and out of that can come strength. But there will be no forgetting. For a parent, the loss of a child is a wound that can only be compartmentalized as life moves forward. It will never heal.

Iraqi, Afghani, Serbian, Libyan, Panamanian, Vietnamese parents feel no less pain. They surely look on the actions of the American killing machine as being as senseless as those of Adam Lanza. They grope for explanation, try to make sense of it all.