Thinking of Connecticut
The news out of Connecticut yesterday couldn’t have been worse. It was stunning. Heartbreaking. Tragic beyond imagining.
I am so very sorry for the loss of those precious young lives. I cannot begin for one minute to imagine how their parents, their siblings, their grandparents, their aunts and uncles and cousins, all of those who loved them, feel today.
There are no words to express the depth of my condolences… and nothing in this world that I could possibly say that would ease the pain in even the slightest way.
But it reminded me to appreciate once again what I have, to be sure that what I have is never taken for granted.
And what I have, as a loving aunt and, now, great aunt, of so many fine youngsters, is literally tens of thousands of school days over the past however many years when those fine youngsters have gone off to school… and come home safely.
Even yesterday, two sets of siblings went off to school from my family — the two older ones to middle school, the two younger to elementary school. And even yesterday, all four of them came home safely, just as their cousins did before them and as they themselves have for years now.
And I am oh so deeply grateful for their safety in this oh-so-unsafe world.