Today, a crazed individual or individuals decided yet again that blowing up people is the solution to all their problems. I heard a little child is probably amongst those who perished. My heart swells and then suddenly pinches back in when I think of my own child, of the children I know and cherish. I took a moment, turning off the radio's stream of alarming news to look through pictures like the one above and cut a handful of Grape Hyacinths to arrange as a wordless prayer for one of these moments when you simply don't know what to say.
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There are no words. Hug your boy, hug your husband and live a good life.
Posted by: Lisa | April 15, 2013 at 07:49 PM