I would never claim the grief I'm experiencing is anything compared to those who lost loved ones in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting. However, I'm surprised by how greatly this horrific event has affected me. I try to avoid the media reports, yet I can't help but be drawn to the TV, the paper, the Internet - anything I can get my hands on to learn more. I want to know why this happened. I want to know how the families are coping. I want to know more, but I don't. I stare at the photos of the little children and I weep. I weep for them, for their mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers...I look at Keira and something grips my heart as I try to stop thinking about, "What if..." I see pictures of the teachers and admire and grieve their untimely deaths. It's all I can do to get up in the morning, go to work and pretend like anything I do actually matters. All I feel like doing is staying at home with Mark and Keira - I want to keep them in my sights. I want to hold Keira close to me all the time. There is just something about the innocent lives of children lost that takes hold of us and we will never forget.
"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; Love leaves a memory no one can steal."


