My heart is breaking for the massacre in Connecticut. I don't understand how someone can get to that point without realizing they need help. My heart goes out to those who've lost children and loved ones. I can barely imagine their pain and I grieve for them.
Hug your family, both the traditional and the chosen family members. Remember that this senseless act of violence isn't the norm but it's a cry for help from the desperate in this country. Try to remember the power of a simple hug.
I saw this poem on a child's tombstone once and while I wept, I found peace. I hope and pray it brings peace to you as well. I love you all.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
~Mary Elizabeth Frye