The failure of words

Regarding the events of yesterday in Newtown, Connecticut--I've been trying to think of something to say here. I thought about not saying anything at all but somehow that seems . . . wrong.

I emailed my goddaughter's mom and told her to give Talyan a big hug for me--I emailed Talyan herself and let her know I loved her and always will. Circumstances and distances being what they are, that was all I could do. They both responded, which left me feeling a little better about that aspect of this situation, anyway.

And regarding my previous blog entry, the part concerning gun control--I stand by my conclusion that we really need to figure out why people feel compelled to do stuff like this, but if a complete and total ban on firearms were implemented right now I would surrender the one gun I have with me--a 12-gauge shotgun that doesn't even work--and the one or two other guns I own that are being kept for me by immediate family--to the appropriate authorities without a second thought. I don't think a complete and total ban is the answer but I'm as sick of this as I am of anything going on in the world and it needs to stop. Now. If that's the best solution, or at least the most workable one, then I'll be more than happy to go along with it.

This guy pretty much says what I'm attempting to say, much better than me. I urge you to read it. I was raised a lot like he was so I understand what he's talking about.

To anyone reading this touched by this tragedy, or other sort of gun-related tragedy--there's nothing anyone can say and I'm not even going to try. I wish those words existed.

To everyone else--the world is watching us. Again.