I did send that letter to the prez, any firearm activist I see on TV news shows, homeland security (like 20 of them, there are so many departments that sound like its what we need), the chief of police, John Edwards, in Oak Creek Wisconsin- who had been to a Homeland Security brainstorming meeting called "How to prevent mass shootings from happening". So I emailed him and everyone else.
I'm gonna fax some folks tomorrow. I'll give them a week or so, after Christmas- maybe the middle of January when things cool down, I'll start calling them and sending solid letters with stamps on them. Normal people can do this stuff, they just have to get mad enough and sick enough of the current circumstances to get off their butts.
Do you really want to know what happened? Besides seeing Devyn in all of those dead children and the first two little boys buried today, I was reminded of Sadie M. Warden. I prayed to God to please send me the help, the angels, the living flesh and blood folks, the spirits and any other positive energy available to help me do what I can to stop the suffering caused by any more needless deaths by mass and accidental shootings.
Did you see the picture of her grave stone in a previous blog post?? That caring, energetic, bubbly girl is reduced to a cold, hard, sweaty stone set on top of the ground. To those that met her, that isn't what she is, but the rest of the world deserved to know her and not the stone. She certainly deserved a chance at the prom, first loves, children. All of our dead children do. I promised Sadie that I would do what I could to stop another mother and this world from losing children as wonderful as she is. Funny thing, I felt almost happy, almost.... hmm. whats the word here. Blessed? I got a blessing? It was subtle, like something moved through the room, but you never saw it. Just felt the breeze. It sounds weird, but I'll take it. Anyway....
This is it. Its simple. Its practical. It has drawbacks, but its a helluva lot easier than trying to get inside the mind of every human being in the United States. And if it was used on the gun that Sadie's relative had gotten ahold of, she would be here. Sadly, it wouldn't help my brother (we share the same father and didn't get to grow up together), Skip Roberts. He shot his estranged wife, Sally, on courthouse steps and then shot himself. Of other things, he was a loving, protective and strong human being. I only got to meet her for a little while, but I really liked her and she didn't deserve that. Neither did their children. I get the feeling he regrets the pain it caused and is happy that I'm doing what I'm doing. I miss him and the relationship we could have had.
I'm blessed (cursed, depending on who you ask) of not having boundaries, especially emotional ones. What happens to you, happens to me. It works to better my heart, my art and my spirituality... it also hurts a great deal. I imagine, but would never wish this on anyone, that if their (the opponents' of gun control) loved ones were gunned down, they'd pick their dragging asses up and get on the bandwagon, too.
So, yeah, this is personal.
Below is the Wikepedia article on the Grant County Courthouse:
The year 1996 brought new problems and issues for the Grant County courthouse. After the end of a short divorce hearing, James H. “Skip” Roberts decided to shoot his wife, who had just received a divorce from him. He then shot himself. The murder/suicide occurred on the south steps of the courthouse. After a five minute divorce hearing, Sally Roberts left the courthouse with a male friend. James Roberts also left the courthouse and shot Sally in the head at close range. He immediately turned the gun on himself. Both died instantly and experienced little pain. Although it is not known whether the gun was taken into the hearing or obtained from a car after the hearing, this event called into question the security in place at the courthouse. Security measures have now been expanded at the courthouse (Patterson and Fleming 12 October 1996) "
Here is Sally's online memorial I just found: