The latest school shooting, at a private Christian school in Nashville, took place about ten miles from my home. My older son got married at the church that the school is part of.
I have always felt the sting of these horrid events, but this one? This one has shaken me to my core.
To my knowledge I don't know anyone with a child who goes to the school, nor do I know any faculty or staff members. I know a few folks who go to the church.
But it's here in the community where I live, in an area I often visit. I just can't believe it.
The home where the shooter lived is in an older area of town, an area that has become very popular and where home prices have risen like crazy in the last few years. Apparently, the shooter had once attended the school she decided to terrorize.
None of that matters, but it's part of what we have heard from our local newscasters and what has been conveyed by the police chief.
Within a matter of about 14 minutes from getting the 911 call, our local police responded, engaged with the shooter and took her out. By all accounts, they prevented the loss of more lives.
But three children and three adults are dead, and we are in a state of shock around here.
It's way too close to home this time.