Twenty-four year old Sheldon Innocent was shot to death on April 30, 2011, in Springfield, MA. He wanted to look good for a family celebration where his wife, year old son, and grandparents, Betty and Bill Innocent, would be. An escaped criminal took the life of a young man he did not know; who had never even had a parking ticket. This was the young man whom other young men went to for assistance and guidance. Eighteen months later the Newton tragedy happened. When I came home Betty was at the kitchen sink crying hysterically. We, Sheldon’s Grandparents, cried for the Sandy Hook Elementary School victims; we cried for Sheldon; we cried for the untolled useless deaths by guns that will happen in the future. How soon will we be crying and crying and crying again?






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