God's Most Perfect Angels

I just...I can't even. They were babies. They were 5 years old. They were learning to read, how to play with others, they were discovering their dreams. What do you tell the siblings of those poor babies? "I'm so sorry honey, Sissy isn't coming home today. A bad man came to the school and killed her." ?! Why does this conversation even have to happen?! Why are people so selfish and stupid and wrong

We as a whole take so much for granted. We "know" we are going to wake up tomorrow and it will be the same as today: going to work, spending time with our family, maybe getting upset because our sibling/parent/spouse demands too much of our attention.

Tomorrow, 26 families will wake up. They will slowly shake off their fog of sleep and drift into the kitchen. They will start coffee, rub their faces a bit, and slowly it will dawn on them. "Where's my little boy/girl at? They're usually up by now!" They'll walk into a bedroom that's empty. Not empty because a child had to use the potty, but cold, alone, and lifeless. No warm little body slept between the sheets, there were no cold pudgy feet burrowing into bed with their parents in the middle of the night, there's nothing.

All because one man decided to take it upon himself to ruthlessly murder the most innocent, sweet, and trusting of the human race. Our babies. As a culture are we not taught to look out for our young? As an organism with rational thinking patterns and feelings are we not ALWAYS looking out for the youngest ones among us? The most endearing, guileless, and caring among us? What had to happen to make someone only 20 years old, do this?

20 Years old. 15 years older than those that he killed. What happens in those 15 years? Was he abused? Did his girlfriend break his heart? Did he have a mental  breakdown and just snap? Why would he turn against everything our instincts tell us to do and shoot at babies?

And people, they are OUR babies. That could have been anyone of our children. That could have been my little sister, your baby cousin, or your god child. That could have been someone we would have KILLED for. So what had to happen to make him turn on someone so worth protecting, and completely make them victims?

In closing, I just want to say that my deepest sympathies lay with those families. The office staff who were killed, died knowing that they did all they could for those children. Those children, the future lawyers, firemen, soldiers, congressmen, hell even our future president. My heart weeps for the mothers and fathers who won't be greeted by warm little bodies on Christmas morning full of excitement.


God earned 26 beautiful, precious angels today, and I can't help but be happy, knowing they will never have to grow up and know just how ugly this world can be.

Then the child opened its eyes, and looked up into the angel's beautiful face, which beamed with happiness, and at the same moment they were in heaven, where joy and bliss reigned. The child received wings like the other angel, and they flew about together, hand in hand.
By Hans Christian Andersen