I'm still heart-sick over last Friday's events in Connecticut. How does one even move on from such travesty and terror? My heart just aches for the families of those whose lives were so senselessly taken. And I think of all those whose job it is to deal with what happened—how they, too, must have nightmares for a very long time afterward.
What we all need right now is comfort, healing and some sense of hope. And because words seem so very inadequate, as they always do in the face of such events, I'm not going to write much today.
I'm just leaving some white space so you can fill in with your own thoughts, prayers, reflections and whatever brings you hope. Hold your children, grandchildren and any other children in your lives close. Tell them often that you love them. Better yet, show them. Do the same for the adults in your life ... because, in the end, that's what we all long for so desperately. To love and be loved. It's such a precious gift. Life is a precious gift. Live each day fully and lovingly.