The Dementor’s Kiss

Sending a child off to college, whether it’s 10 minutes down the road or across the country is a hard thing to do. And regardless of what anyone says, once you’ve done it, you KNOW it is much harder on the parent. In generations past, going to college was a hard-earned privilege – a gentle nudge out of the nest. Nowadays, it’s like being pushed out of the aerie on top of the Empire State Building with a parachute that’s way too small. Good luck, honey, and Remember… Whooo… Yooooou… Arrrrrre.

I can only begin to imagine the horror that the parents of the slain VaTech students are suffering now. I know the fear that even a sick child far away can kindle in a mother’s heart. Losing a child puts you in a club whose membership no one covets. It’s been a little over two months now since our dear friends buried their eldest. The rawness remains. I can only hold my friend’s hand and let her tears run over mine. It’s like the Dementor’s Kiss….you literally feel the life force being sucked out of you, and you are powerless to stop it. At least they can continue to grieve in private. At least they have a faith that’s strong, built on solid rock. At least they have a family and church to lean on. At least, at some time, they didn’t have a circus of media vans clogging their street, canvassing neighbors for comments. These other poor families…my heart breaks for them.

The media is not helping, not that they ever did. But this time, it seems so much more heartless and transparent and ludicrous. The first question asked at the first press conference was about gun control. Oh Puhllleeeeeze! Charlton Heston is to blame? Oh Puhllleeeeeze! Children died yesterday. The bits of children strewn across the by-ways of Kabul get more respect than these poor students. Do you hear the stories of the day’s heroes in the MSM? No, from them you will only get the blame/victim/blame spin. For the real stories, you have to hit the blogs. There you will hear of the unsung heroes, bend on saving lives. As Siggy said in the post below, “The professor that lived – who had every right to live – died doing what he could not do in the terrible times through which he lived. He saved the lives of children.

But my railing against the three-headed-media-monster is just that. Siggy has a marvelous post – written from a father’s heart. Rather than snip little nuggets from it, go read it all – then go home, call your college kid, and tell them how much you love them.

Others blogging:
The Anchoress
Fausta
Siggy (another)
Neo

2 Comments

  1. SC&A said,

    April 17, 2007 at 8:27 pm

    Thank you for your kind words.

    In fact, I called my daughter a few times between yesterday and today.

    I didn’t get much sleep last night.

  2. Fausta said,

    April 18, 2007 at 10:55 am

    It the a parent’s most horrible nightmare – the kind of thing no one ever really recovers from.
    God help us all.


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