How can I title this? An entire family was found dead in my town, evidently the victims of a murder-suicide on the part of the father.
I simply can’t wrap my head around it. No matter how angry a person might be, how in holy hell does a human being kill their own children? For the love of all that IS holy, if anything is anymore, how does a man look upon the beauty and miracle of his own babies and pull the trigger on a 12 gauge shotgun while they lay in their bed sleeping?
On days like this, after hearing a story like this, and with the weather a seemingly appropriate combination of rain and gray, I start to lose faith in my fellow man. We heard the news last night from a local friend, well before it hit the airwaves. And the kids knew who it was and shared the family’s name on facebook. Thus is life in a small town, even if we are only 40 miles north of NYC.
I tried to analyze it. What makes a man do something like this? Where does that much anger come from? Is it a power trip? Mental illness? Sudden onset mental illness? Or is it a much bigger issue, one of our society as a whole devaluing life in general. I don’t know. I’m just sick to my stomach and all I can hope for is that hell exists and that he’s burning in a special circle of it.