As I watch the news about the massacre in Texas, where 19 children and 2 teachers were slaughtered, my heart hurts so badly that I have to keep wiping away the tears. All those young lives, and their dreams and hopes of a worthy life, dashed. So many families had their future dreams extinguished forever. No more hearing about young friends, school, soccer, hip-hop, swimming, carnivals or even homework. No more aspirations for success or celebrations during important milestones.

As a grandparent, I know that spending time with one’s grandchildren is one of the most wonderful and rewarding experiences anyone can have. I can’t even imagine what those poor people are going through.

School is supposed to be the defining factor in a child’s future, a steppingstone to success if you will. Then, one day, children’s dreams are shattered, parents’ hearts are crushed, and grandparents like me weep, trying to grasp how truly fragile life can really be. On days like this, we break down.

Because of one brutal, heartless act, families were decimated and millions of American children will now face anxiety, nightmares and distress for years to come. No longer will those grandparents pick up their young, innocent grandkids and count Maple trees, cherry blossoms, and rhododendron on the way home. Today I cry because of one murdering piece of shit.

Australia, England, Japan and Germany have virtually banned guns and therefore have practically zero shooting deaths. To the NRA and its supporters I say this: There is no longer a situation for militias to defend themselves from a corrupt government. Education and dealing with mental health issues should be pre-requisites for any weapons purchase. Do you still wanna own a gun? That’s fine as long as there’s a ban on assault weapons, and as long as there are mandatory courses before any gun purchase. Along with that there must be thorough mental health investigations of every potential gun purchaser.

Those parents and grandparents were expecting to watch their children grow and experience life, but now they will be attending their children’s funerals because of one pointless act, because our elected leaders haven’t fixed a problem that should have been fixed decades ago.

Lord, you can see that it’s true…

I was going to write about David Do this month, but instead, I will just say, “Welcome commissioner.” That column will be written on another day, one that isn’t so overwhelmed by sorrow.