Ana Marquez-Greene spent the last few years living with her family in Winnipeg, my hometown. This summer they moved back to Connecticut. On Friday she was killed by an idiot psychopath with a gun that no civilian should possess. She was six years old.
Ana was the best friend of my friend Crystal’s daughter. When I contacted Crystal Friday, her words were haunting “We haven’t been able to tell her yet”. Of course now her daughter knows, and her response was just something: “Even when I am a grown up I know we will still be best friends.”
All 20 of those children were taken much much too soon, but the fact that I have a connection to one of them is making it even more difficult to overcome my sadness over what happened. Every time I feel it is “safe” to get back on social media I see a photo or a story and I have to shut everything down again because I just cannot face it yet.
Some friends of mine have children of the same age and as I am trying to comfort them in their fears of keeping them safe, I am finding it harder to stay strong myself. But if my pain can do anything to alleviate what those families are suffering, I will gladly bear it.
I am not a religious person, but I know that all of those children are in heaven and hope that their families can take comfort in the fact they are safe there and will come to no more harm.