Thomas Mortimer V, all of four years old, is wearing brown dinosaur jammies in the photo. His little sister sucks her thumb, like two-year-olds do, and is cuddling up to her big brother, like little sisters do. At first glance, sadness over the photo can be felt from afar; not your kids, not your life. Not possible.
But then, those jammies. Those dinosaur jammies were popular. Like countless other shoppers who took home the exact same pair, whoever bought them checked the size, maybe tested the zipper, folded them over a forearm or placed them in the cart. And, like all of those moms, those dads, those grandparents who made the same purchase, they could not have imagined their beloved little boy would be wearing those jammies in a photo, in the news, after he had been bludgeoned to death. Those jammies, like all the others sold, should also be neatly tucked in a drawer next to a warm and safely sleeping little boy.
The murder of these – of any – children can never make sense, not for an instant, no matter how many questions are asked or answered, no matter how many motives theorized or given. We are left only to mourn the loss, and vow to protect those vulnerable little ones we know and love, all in their dinosaur jammies.