Difficult to make sense of the senseless

More than 50 lives taken in four minutes of horror.

Another 515 people were injured. Thousands of lives in one city will never be the same for no reason what so ever.

The lives of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, sons and daughters taken in a moment by a man who feels he the right to take them because he’s mad about something.

People who had gathered for a celebration were killed for simply being out and about, living their lives.

An event like this is something we have unfortunately seen before.

Forty-nine lives were ended at an Orlando nightclub in 2016. A group of predominantly young people had gathered for a night of music and fun that descended into chaos because someone couldn’t accept that gay people have a right to exist.

Thirty-two dead on a Virginia college campus by a fellow student who should have gotten help much, much sooner.

Twenty-six taken at an elementary school in Connecticut, a place that should be the safest all.

Families of 23 people were left without their loved one at a restaurant in Texas, and another 21 taken at a fast food joint in California.

Thirteen on an army base, 12 at a movie theater; 11 at an auto loan company, 9 in a church bible study; and 6 waiting in line to meet a congresswoman.

An endless stream misery flowing upon the land from a wound that refuses to heal.

New York is not immune to this violence.

In Binghamton, a man walked into an immigration center and killed 13 people in a place that had previously tried to help him.

The Mohawk Valley has not gone untouched by this either. In 2013, Kurt Meyers killed four and a police dog in the town of Mohawk and city of Herkimer.

I’m not going to get a gun debate here because, frankly what is the point of arguing anymore. The internet has seen to it that political debates deteriorate into childish name calling. We dig our heels in and refuse to listen, so sure we’re right.

I also won’t talk about mental health. It is discussed after every one of these incidents, and nothing is ever done.

After all, if we refused to make changes after first and second graders were murdered in their classrooms, is there really any hope of meaningful change happening?

I’ve started and stopped writing this column a dozen times.

Sometimes what spilled from me was angry words at this “man” and Congress. Others times depressed musings at the state of a country I don’t really know anymore, if I ever really knew it at all.

But that won’t help. Honestly, at this point I don’t think anything will.

I honestly have no real words for you dear readers, everything I type seems wrong.

I have no answers, only questions that can never be satisfactorily answered.

So light another candle, say another pray and hug your children a little tighter, because who knows where it will happen next.

The opinions expressed in this column are those of the writer and not necessarily those of the newspaper or its editorial board.