The terrible murder in a Graz school is a turning point in the history of the capital of the styric state. Ten people were torn apart from life. Now a mother, whose child visits one of the affected classes, turns to the audience with moving words. The “Kroon” made the letter available.
I should find words for which there are no words.
I am hand in hand with my daughter at the monument for her school. We look at a candle sea. A woman tires the “father of Our” tirelessly.
I keep my strong girl in my arms. She witnessed the incredible from close by. Classmates, best friends lost. Pure happiness, coincidence or fate today led her head to my shoulder – two days after the horror.
I am infinitely grateful and at the same time full of sorrow for the parents who no longer have this privilege.
For the first time my child had an experience that I don’t know. She saw things I should never have seen. Shots heard. Had the smell of the powder in the nose.
What should I tell her? How can I catch them?
I should find words for something that cannot be put into words. And that is exactly why I write. Because it’s my only way to get against the pain and bewilderment. Rows of sentences – as an attempt to understand the incomprehensible.
Our children have fallen victim to a best deed of violence. In a place that you should give security. Where they were prepared for their future.
This future will forever wear a scar. In their body. In their souls.
“How are you?” – I often hear this question in recent days. And as much as I want: I don’t find an answer.
I have my fear, my pain, my despair in a box and put it aside. I will take care of it later.
Now only one thing counts: to be there for my child. To be strong. To give her with her father and her grandmother. To organize help. To bury them. To give her what she needs now.
At some point I will mourn. I will work on the experience, get support – and hold on to a thought: to light in all the dark.
We were allowed to experience at times of humanity. The tireless, brave use of the emergency services and First AIDS. About the admirable work of the teachers: inside and school management. To the other parents who – despite their own pain – find comforting words for me.
I want to see the good. Even now. Just now.
As a person. And when mother believes that our children can survive this tragedy themselves.
Margit Wickhoff
Source: Krone
I am Wallace Jones, an experienced journalist. I specialize in writing for the world section of Today Times Live. With over a decade of experience, I have developed an eye for detail when it comes to reporting on local and global stories. My passion lies in uncovering the truth through my investigative skills and creating thought-provoking content that resonates with readers worldwide.
