Like everyone else, I grieve over today's events in Newtown. Unlike too many I see, especially on Facebook (because where else do we vent these days?), I resist the knee-jerk, sanctimonious response.
I have an eight-year-old. I just walked her back from her school grateful that I could do that today, unlike those devastated parents in Connecticut, who will not have anything close to a joyous Christmas this year or for years to come.
I have to admit that I first heard the news about Newtown a few hours before I grasped its gravity. Thanks to the recent shooting in Oregon and those previous senseless shootings in general, a numbness had set in, and I didn't respond with any emotion to it until my wife texted me about it. A quick jump to the New York Times website and the headline declaring eighteen children dead left me dumbstruck.