Aurora is the Roman goddess of dawn. It is also another horrific etching on the heart of our nation, to go alongside Oklahoma City and Columbine. There is something exquisitely evil about Americans killing their fellow citizens.
Having worked in a Level One Emergency Department and seen the effects of real violence up close and personal, I loathe its depiction in television or motives.
Real violence is far, far worse than you imagine or even the increasingly graphic depiction of violence in the media. I have often said that if every person spent a Saturday night in the ER of a major city, everyone would turn his or her back on violence. There would be no market for violent television shows, or violent movies. The real thing dwarfs the imitation the way the nuclear warhead dwarfs a water pistol.
There are no words to console the bereaved. Their grief is all-encompassing and little can assuage the totality of their loss. Grief has its way with people, and everyone who lost someone has to grieve in his or her own way.
Knowing that the nation is at their side is no more that a gentle breeze in the Hell they inhabit right now. This is a time to mourn, to console, to reflect that tomorrow is promised to no one, so that today we live the best that is within us.
It is also a time to pray that Aurora will someday again invoke the beauty of dawn, not the dark night of mourning.