Today, I am asking all my readers to bow their heads in a moment of silence and/or prayer for the children and their families involved in the Newton School Massacre. Twenty children and Seven adults. Every one of them dead. They'll never open their eyes again. Never grow older. Never experience high school, Prom, the love of their families, nothing.

20 children all between the ages of five and ten.

Dead.

Murdered.

Take a moment for them and bow your heads please.

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MiM was a Guardian of children.

He was the very first, even predating Sandy.

Even with all his centuries watching over the Earth, with all the things he had seen and heard, there was one thing he never understood, one thing he absolutely despised.

The death of a child.

MiM understood that sometimes things just happened, like a Stillborn, or Cancer, or something unpreventable.

He understood that, he didn't like it, but he understood.

But he hated, with every fiber of his being, the unnecessary deaths of Children.

Children were precious and innocent. They were untainted and waiting to be guided with a kind but firm hand. They were meant to be protected and treasured.

They were meant to be full of Joy, Wonder, and Hope. They were meant to have fun and laugh and create happy memories. They were never meant to have their light snuffed out so suddenly with their entire life ahead of them.

This was never meant to happen.

Never this.

They were never meant to be murdered without reason. Without mercy. So many little ones have died this night. Every one of them gone from the world. The youngest was five and the oldest was ten.

Twenty lives.

All between five and ten.

Gone.

They would never experience Joy, Happiness, Hope, Wonder, Laughter, or Fun again. They would never experience anything again.

Because one man had brought a gun into an Elementary School and murdered them.

MiM was not a vindictive person by nature, but he hoped the gunman spent an eternity in fear and pain for what he had done.

This should never have happened.

MiM would remember this night, and he would mourn for many years to come.

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This is my tribute. It isn't much, but it is something. I'll ask again for my readers to bow their heads in remembrance and prayer for the victims of the Newton School Massacre and their families.

Be thankful for what you have before you have to remember what you had.

December 14, 2012.