January 23, 2013Dear sir,Here I am yet again relaxing at home, when an e-mail alert from The Royal Gazette website pops onto my phone to inform me yet again two more young Bermudians’ lives have been taken by an act of foolish gun violence. I wish these people caught up in this pointless lifestyle would go online and read the funeral message given by the mother of a young boy killed during the Sandy Hook shooting in December 2012 and learn to appreciate life for one never knows when it will end for us and I personally believe that not everyone’s death is ‘God’s Plan’ as in the case of Sandy Hook or the shootings here last night. That was nothing to do with God and everything to do with the potential wickedness of human free will.I hope this woman’s eulogy for her son who was taken far too soon reaches those who engage in the violence and bloodshed here in Bermuda and that it moves them to respect and cherish life. To snuff out the life of another is something too many young Bermudians are viewing as something a simple as dousing a summer camp fire with a bucket of water. When the water dries you can always rebuild the fire. But when you take a life, it is permanent. Pray for peace in Bermuda. Here is the mother’s eulogy:From mother, Veronique Pozner:The sky is crying, and the flags are at half-mast. It is a sad, sad day. But it is also your day, Noah, my little man. I will miss your forceful and purposeful little steps stomping through our house. I will miss your perpetual smile, the twinkle in your dark blue eyes, framed by eyelashes that would be the envy of any lady in this room. Most of all, I will miss your visions of your future. You wanted to be a doctor, a soldier, a taco factory manager. It was your favourite food, and no doubt you wanted to ensure that the world kept producing tacos.You were a little boy whose life force had all the gravitational pull of a celestial body. You were light and love, mischief and pranks. You adored your family with every fibre of your six-year-old being. We are all of us elevated in our humanity by having known you. A little maverick, who didn’t always want to do his school work or clean up his toys, when practicing his ninja moves or Super Mario on the Wii seemed far more important. Noah, you will not pass through this way again. I can only believe that you were planted on Earth to bloom in heaven. Take flight, my boy. Soar. You now have the wings you always wanted. Go to that peaceful valley that we will all one day come to know. I will join you someday. Not today. I still have lots of mommy love to give to Danielle, Michael, Sophia and Arielle. Until then, your melody will linger in our hearts forever. Momma loves you, little man.ROBERT DAVIES JRDevonshire