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It is as difficult to put into words as it is to process in the mind and heart. There were significant losses suffered today by persons that are unknown to most of us. Yet as we watch or read about the horrific deaths in Connecticut it is not possible to withhold feelings of sadness and Love.
Prayers, vigilant candles, heart filled comments, flags at half mast and many other means are being used to express a nations grief on such a fateful day.
All too often in this life many of us have been social witness to crimes and terror, aggression and senselessness that resulted in the loss of many lives. All sad, all felt, all remembered. This day holds a particular kind of sadness. First and foremost are the families that must now endure such an atrocity. I can not begin to understand how they feel. Any words of intended comfort at this time, no matter how eloquent, would seem empty and void.
Throughout our day there was no doubt a strange difficulty to not think, at least in back of the mind, about this days event. Tears as showers must be falling ever relentlessly among the families, friends and residents.
This thought of lamenting brings about an even greater sadness and words more void. I tear as these words are written.
I tear because I cannot change anything, yet the wish is there, ever burdening me to say something. Something that will release, if not the victims, then perhaps my own sorrow, at least a little.
I can offer no more with any honesty than any other person.
A moment of silence.
A moment that spans the time it takes for a tear to roll past the cheek and fall to the earth.
To the families, friends and residents of Newtown, Connecticut I regret I have no other words to say except these:
“I am sorry. Through the hazing tears of your own on this dreadful day -- I hope my silent moment is enough.”
Love always, Everyone.
Prayers, vigilant candles, heart filled comments, flags at half mast and many other means are being used to express a nations grief on such a fateful day.
All too often in this life many of us have been social witness to crimes and terror, aggression and senselessness that resulted in the loss of many lives. All sad, all felt, all remembered. This day holds a particular kind of sadness. First and foremost are the families that must now endure such an atrocity. I can not begin to understand how they feel. Any words of intended comfort at this time, no matter how eloquent, would seem empty and void.
Throughout our day there was no doubt a strange difficulty to not think, at least in back of the mind, about this days event. Tears as showers must be falling ever relentlessly among the families, friends and residents.
This thought of lamenting brings about an even greater sadness and words more void. I tear as these words are written.
I tear because I cannot change anything, yet the wish is there, ever burdening me to say something. Something that will release, if not the victims, then perhaps my own sorrow, at least a little.
I can offer no more with any honesty than any other person.
A moment of silence.
A moment that spans the time it takes for a tear to roll past the cheek and fall to the earth.
To the families, friends and residents of Newtown, Connecticut I regret I have no other words to say except these:
“I am sorry. Through the hazing tears of your own on this dreadful day -- I hope my silent moment is enough.”
Love always, Everyone.