Hold your children close. . .

It seems too soon to talk about, a need to keep the sorrow inside, to speak of it rings false, as if mere gossip.  Our hearts are broken.  How many times have we seen tragedy unfold, cried copious tears, comforted each other, a thousand days, more, coming to grips, and then finally able to breathe, to smile, to believe, only to be pummeled again?  When overwrought the same words slip out, spoken through tears, "I am just tired, just tired."  I often wonder if I mean tired of this world, this life.  Chastisement ensues, knowing sorrow is not exclusive.  Spirits have endured far more, have not been broken. It is right to cry, to remember, to rail at God, at the world.  It is alright to be sad, to be broken.  We will breathe again, believe again . . . Today I am just tired.

Connecticut lost twenty children.