My son is now 11-years-old. He sees events like these on the TV so often that he rarely bats an eye. He hardly has time between killings to reflect on the victims. I feel like such a relic when I tell him I remember the days when things like this were virtually unheard of. And how I was there when the world seems to tilt on its axis and enter another plane where children could let out their angst by mowing down as many of their peers as they could. I was there for the beginning of the end.
My takeaway from Columbine, all these years later, is to remember that these victims, and the ones that would come after in other school killings, have names and families and people who love them. That the humanity I felt that day in April is something I can teach to my child, to not become numb to the violence but to use it look both inward, as well as at the world around him. To share the humanity I've passed to him with his peers so that they might look at each other with a kind eye.