One of my least favorite phrases in the English language is “everything happens for a reason.” But I understand why people like to say it. I understand why they want to believe it. I understand the need for the language of loss.
It is a difficult language, because it can never really be spoken. We try, of course, in whatever way we can – through writing, through art, through clichés and mixed metaphors. We try to express hurt and sympathy and empathy and comfort. But it never really feels like enough.
I am struggling to find words about what happened today in Connecticut. It is a grief no phrase can ease. It is a tragedy that cannot be explained, in any language. It is something that happened without reason.
There is no reason for the murder of innocent children. There is no reason for guns to be so easily accessible…
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