Something Wicked This Way Came

Talking about the Chardon High School tragedy and sparkles on the water.

It seems like everyone is talking about it, and for good reason. Our universe cracked wide open last Monday morning. Something wicked this way came and took three of our beautiful children from us without notice. The shooting at Chardon High School has shaken us all to our core because no one ever could have imagined evil would come to roost in our own back yard.

When a tragedy happens like this, Ron Parmertor, the uncle of Danny Parmertor, one of the victims, said in a press conference to, “Talk about it. That has helped our family, talk about it.”

So I am talking about it.

To watch the families of these children is heart wrenching, to be in their shoes is unimaginable. My heart is heaping a steady stream of prayers and love on their heavy hearts now. God bless them all.

I don’t want to hear, “It can happen anywhere, anytime, even at your child’s school or mall where she may be shopping with her girlfriends, frivolously spending her birthday money on peace sign earrings and Hollister t-shirts." No I don’t want to hear that, but in reality, that is the truth. That is the world we live in today.

When a child is born, our first thoughts are are they OK?  We stay awake at night, wondering if they are warm enough, their tummies are full enough, and their hearts are feeling the overwhelming love we have for them. We pray nothing happens to them.

Then when we feel more confident that parenting is going pretty well, we pray that nothing happens to us, their parents. We don’t want these innocent souls to have to face the harsh world without us. Just at least until they grow up, we say, please God keep us safe so that we can be here for them.

And once again the focus switches back when our babies become school age, and we send them off on their own to sit cross legged in a semi-circle in kindergarten, then to middle school, to high school, to college. We can’t hold their hands forever. All we can do is pray nothing happens to them. 

It’s a revolving door of worry when you are a parent, because there is no greater love to feel than that between a parent and child; and no greater fear than losing a child.

Just keep swimming. That is all we can do when a tragedy happens, even a tragedy of unthinkable evil. There is strength in numbers, and we are all swimming in the same ocean, the same country, the same community. Just keep swimming, keep breathing, one stroke at a time, one breath at a time. We all feel the loss, we all feel the sadness, we all feel the love. In time, the waters will calm and become that pretty blue-green again. There may never be as many sparkles on the water as there used to be, but there will be sparkles.

Quote of the Week: “Everything she sees, she says she wants. Every time she wants, I see she gets. That’s my daughter in the water, everything she owns I bought her, everything she owns. That’s my daughter in the water. Everything she knows, I taught her. Everything she knows.” – “Daughter” by Loudon Wainwright, III.

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