The following is the full text of remarks delivered by Veronique Pozner at a Connecticut panel on gun control in Hartford.
My name is Vernoique Pozner, I am the mother of Noah Pozner. I speak today on his behalf. I want to tell you that last Friday, I dropped of my daughters, Sophia and Arielle, at the new Sandy Hook Elementary School, which has been relocated to Monroe.
The weather was frigid, as you all know. Parents were rushing their children in, school buses were lined up to unload their passengers and I kissed each of my girls goodbye in front of their respective classrooms. I then headed off to B’nai Israel Cemetery on Moose Hill Road to visit the grave of our son, Noah.
As fate would have it, Noah is buried only a five minute drive away from the new school where his older sister and twin sister now attend. I had decided to bring a teddy bear to Noah on this frigid Friday and I placed it on his little grave site.
Noah was our 6-year-old force of nature. He will never get to see the new school in Monroe, he lies forever motionless in the earth. He will never get to attend middle school or high school, kiss a girl, attend college, pick a career path, fall in love, marry, have children or travel the world.
Never will he feel the sunlight on his face, the companionship of a family who adores him, the taste of a good meal or to get to dig a hole all the way to China, as he strove to do every summer day at the beach.
Noah loved being alive, he took large hungry bites out of every day. His inquisitive mind was always seeking answers. Sometimes he was like a young philosopher. One day he asked me, ‘if God created the universe, then who created him?’
Another question he asked several times haunts me to this day. He used to ask, ‘If there are bad guys out there, why can’t they just wake up one day and decide to be good.’ I didn’t always have the answers that Noah was looking for. I’m fortunate enough to have four surviving children. My two youngest made it out of Sandy Hook Elementary School physically unscathed that day. Sophia, who’s in second grade, tells us that the number 14 will forever be unlucky for her, so much so that she hates the thought of turning that age some day. She also dislikes calenders as that is what she was working on when the — and I quote — ‘loud popping sounds that took Noah away started.’