I'm not here to ask questions or to look for answers. I'm not here to point fingers or to place blame at anybody's feet. Unlike most tragedies where a car spins out of control on a rainy night you can't even point to the bald tires on the old clunker, or to the fact that a young bachur shouldn't be driving in the country until he's 46 years old... I'm old enough to remember many, many tragedies, r"l, but never do I remember such a tragedy, and I doubt many of you do. We're all at a loss for words here. There are no words. You hug your kids and you tell them you love them, but you're STILL hesitant to tell them about the existence of evil in our little insular world! You don't want them to have to be concerned about bad people, you want them to be happy and carefree for as long as they can! I wasn't able to attend the levaya, and I have yet to hear a recording of it, I've only seen them, (I'm at a non-speaker, non-Hebrew computer) but I'd bet none of the maspidim did the usual routine of blaming the women, etc., which shows us how we have no idea what to do or say, all we can do is cry!
As far as lessons we can learn from this;
We frum Jews are programmed to want to be better. We realize the errs of our ways and we always want to improve, no matter the situation. This is the case not just when tragedy strikes, r"l - I mean this every single day. You have a few minutes where you think about your day and you realize that you could've done a lot more. When a tragedy of these proportions happens, even more so. What can I say? I don't think this we've been so terrible that this awful murder needed to happen!! Yiddishe kinder zennen voyl un gut! What more can one say?!