In all of my paltry ramblings about problems I may have had or realizations yet to come, I am stymied and muted by the tragedy in Newtown, Conn.
My heart is broken for all involved, my tears flowing freely as I see the faces and hear the stories of those babies and their fallen protectors, all taken too early and so horrifically, the witnesses and families facing aftershock, yet to come.
I know, this time, that I do speak for everyone in our close-knit village when I say that my thoughts and my prayers are with them and theirs through this unimaginably painful time. I’ve hugged my children a million times more, truly blessed to have normal every day drama and trauma, as whatever I’m facing, has been so clearly put into perspective.
The nation, the world, has been so shocked and saddened by this senseless tragedy and in turn a wave of random acts of kindness has arisen from the ashes. To help us feel sane and alive again, our selfless acts the only thing we can think of as we scramble for a sense of normalcy.
As the magnitude of making any sense out of this tragedy is unattainable we move on in the only way we know how, shell shocked and needing to “pay it forward” to counter balance the horror and reclaim some of our faith in humanity.
I want wish you all a very happy holiday season and a happy New Year ... we are so privileged to have so much to be thankful for. More downstate honesty next week.
Valentina Heishman is a Cazenovia resident, artist and contributing columnist for the Cazenovia Republican. She can be reached at email@example.com.