After the devastating and senseless horror in CT yesterday, I still struggle to find words.
How do you say something comforting to a friend whose grandson attends that school?
What do you say when your son, now a father himself, admits that he couldn't concentrate at work yesterday because all he could think of was his own child? Becoming a parent changes everything.
No matter if they are 3 or 33 they are your babies. Yesterday was unthinkable to me. My heart aches.
Many, many hearts do I would imagine....
I found these words beautifully written, and will leave you with them: