To the editor:
Friday will be the darkest day of the year — and boy does it feel like it in this country.
At a time when we are supposed to be celebrating and spreading joy, it feels as if there is only bad news. The tragic school shooting in a quiet New England town so close to us here on Cape Ann, the sinking economy, the state of health care and the overwhelming feeling of powerlessness that so many of us have in our reality and in our imaginations today. It’s sad, really.
On Sunday, I had to attempt to explain to my 7, 10 and 12-year-old children about the day when a very sick man killed children in a school. On that same night, the tooth fairy arrived to deliver treats to my son who had worked through his anxiety all day by wiggling his tooth free.
And on Tuesday, I had to try and explain to my 10-year-old daughter why she would no longer be able to go to her beloved school.
In comparison, it’s such a smaller deal than the Connecticut situation; after all, I have a child to love and squeeze and adore.
But still, it is a huge loss for her, a devastating loss for our family.
Initially I was angry — like scary angry, ranting and raving about politics and community bullies and grownups who are not thinking about the children. And then I got tired. I’m sick of being angry about these things that are so far from my control. I can write some letters and talk a good talk, but in the end politics is politics and money is king. I will write the charter letter some other day.
Today, I am focused on the light in the darkness because that is what I have to do, that is what we must do in this country today if we are to survive as a nation.