By the time you read this it will be almost a week since the horrific shootings in Newtown, Conn. Columnists, pundits and politicians will have opined, analyzed and commented. Graves will have been dug. Memorial services held. The initial shock and horror has faded, muted by holiday happenings. After all, life goes on and sorrow dims. As the reports unfolded Friday I sat stunned at my desk – each detail more heartbreaking than the last. Finally, I got up, put on my coat and headed out. I had Christmas shopping to do. I stopped to watch the children laughing and shrieking in the play area at NorthTown. Usually, I bypass the raucous place as quickly as possible, feeling profound gratitude that I no longer have to pause in my errands to let wiggly toddlers blow off steam. But on Friday the sight of their exuberant energy gladdened me/Cindy Hval, SR Front Porch. More here. (AP/Hockley family photo: Dylan Hockley, 6, one of the children killed in the Newtown massacre)
Question: Cindy asks a compelling question about halfway through her column: “Why do we remember the killers when the victims and their families deserve to be forever enshrined in our consciousness?” Anyone?