Why?

Why is the question so many of us have. Why were our children's lives taken? Why were we chosen to have to live this nightmare of devastation, loss, regret, guilt and too many more to list? Why do our lives only get worse if that is even a possibility...yet it is. Now the children we have that we are to be grateful to have, out of the mouths of naive parents who still have their children, have to live the rest of their lives with the pain and survivors guilt. We have to watch their worlds crumble down around them as if we already don't feel helpless enough and failures to our murdered child. We try to continue to do what is right and have faith yet we are tested over and over again. The "injustice" system treats us as if we are asking too much for wanting our constitutional rights to seek justice for the wrong that has been done. Parents treat us as if we are lepers or that our children must have contributed to their own murder. Friends and family can't understand or don't try to, shun us or just back away from it all as it is too much for THEM to handle. Others don't understand--What does this have to do with Lisa, Jimmy, Kaylin, Travis, Nicky, Timmy, Samuel, Jeremy, etc. when everything in our world, or what is left of it, has to do with the loss of our children. We have to fight and scratch for even the simplest things in life some days just to survive one more day in this hell we are living. Most days we are just left with that question if we have enough energy to even ask it--Why?