Fucking Connecticut

I've been avoiding giving it any attention. If my little girl was randomly murdered by some disturbed individual, the last thing i would want is to hear or see it, Repeatedly, everywhere.
When i heard about the shooting, my heart broke and i wanted nothing more than to hold Julia. Then i felt it brake again for the loved ones that no longer had their babies to hold. Part of me understands that there are batshit crazy fucks that do stupid shit for no good goddamned reason out there and then theres another part that just. doesn't. get it.
No amount of love and support can help the families. Only time, but even then the pain of loss is omnipresent. If they were here in my living room i'd still hug them. I'd cry with them. I would apologize profusely as if it would help and feel the crushing powerlessness.
Loss is humbling. Loss drains you without permission or warning.
Loss keeps those i love close to me. Loss causes me to love those around me more.