Some days I am free from remembering… now, after so many years. The whole day passes and visualizing the events, rehearing the words, feeling the terror, aching with the pain just isn’t there.
But not today. Not since Aurora, Colorado. The old kick to the gut was back, the sadness a fog. I know how those families feel; I know how the shooter’s mom feels. And they both hurt so much they can barely breathe.
The victims were all great people, some heroes; one not even into her little life yet, just beginning it, six. My heart hurts.
Is James Holmes a monster or is he mentally ill? The age-old question in courts of law. Either way, he will be out of the picture for the rest of his life. As he should be.