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One of my closest friends, now gone, had a murdered child I had never met. It never scared me. Never thought of my friend as a ‘victim’. Topic was only brought up by her. When her beloved daughter was brought up I did not hesitate to ask questions. Most of the time the stories were fun-fun-fun and we laughed.
My great aunt’s daughter was murdered. As a small child she showed me the closet where all her beloved child’s things were kept. I went thru everything, with my aunt telling me stories of what the things meant. A great moment in my life, feeling like I had met her ‘Patsy’.
Both young women were murdered by their husbands, firearms.
Garden & Be Well, XO T
Such a typical story. Too typical. So sad.
Brenda
Thank you for this. I felt like I could not look or read about another holiday wreath or table setting in light of the event of Friday. It all seems so meaningless in light or real life loss.
I did not put up a tree this year, but decorated the house. Yesterday afternoon I took down the decorations. I was looking at them through blurry tears. And I just couldn’t think of it all with this tragedy.
Brenda
Brenda, this is a beautiful, heartfelt thing that you did today.. I wish all of the people in Newtown could read it..
For one person to take so many inocent lives is hard to understand.
My daughter told me that she wishes she could go to Newtown and hug everyone of the families involved..
This is supposed to be such a fun, family, friend get-together time of the year. To celebrate the birth of Baby Jesus, Now these babies and their teachers will never get to celebrate another holiday, birthday or to go through their school years and have families of their own.
Thank you for writing this.. Blessing to you and to the folks in Newtown, Connecticut.
Love and hugs, Charlotte
I must tell you that I did not write this. I’m not sure who did. But it was sent to me via email along with other bloggers, and I simply posted it. I am so glad someone thought to write this. It says it all, doesn’t it?
Brenda
It sure does say it all.
That small town will never, ever be the same. Such a sad situation for everyone.
It’s a lovely thing to do, but it seems like it is for bloggers who don’t blog on weekends, therefore this is their first post since the tragedy. Since I blog every day, I addressed the tragedy on Friday/Saturday and again, yesterday, in a long post, as have many other bloggers.
Yes, and you addressed it so eloquently it brought tears to my eyes, Claudia.
Brenda
Well my internet has been down until now, and it seems to still have an issue, so I’m trying to do my computer work as fast as I can while it is still going. I have had posts scheduled for the weekend, and they ran as scheduled. I was unable to get on the internet to write a post about the tragedy. I like your image, and I’ll use that. I understand many bloggers are doing this on Tuesday, so I’ll run it Tuesday.
I can only turn to God in times like this, because there is no way it makes sense to me.
No, it makes no sense. I just got an email from Change.org and I signed it. It was a petition to try to get Walmart to stop selling assault rifles. I didn’t even realize they did.
Brenda
I cried off and on for most of the weekend….Originally had planned to make some Christmas cookies on Saturday but just did not have the heart…lost the Christmas “Spirit”. Or maybe when you are mourning along with someone as we all have been in this tragedy that is part of the spirit…who knows. I too, like Claudia, wrote something about it on my blog but nothing eloquent…like hers…more of just a “there are no words and how to pray ” sort of post. I know that when President Obama told Newtown last night that they were not alone, it was true. They are not mourning alone. We are all there with them in our hearts
When President said their names, I was just overcome.
Brenda
But along with the tears I will tell you this for a smile…I had my little grandson yesterday and we have some ornaments / decor that is “His” …cheap snow globes, cloth snowmen, etc. Also put one of those vinyl window decorations on the living room window ( Nativity ) I went to review the figures with him : and this is Mary, and Joseph, and Baby Jesus….and then he pointed to the angel above the stable and said “And this is the TOOF fairy” So he was my light in the darkness of this weekend though of course then it is just brings me back to “OMG what if it had been him or his older sister” There are no words. Hugs.
They are so innocent. Out of the mouths of babes.
Brenda
Hi Brenda..its a very sad time for us all..I could not fathom losing any of my grandchildren…just know these children are all in a way better place than the rest of us.. what is sad and so heart breaking is we will never see any of their sweet smiling faces again until we all meet again one day in heaven…they are in no better arms than that of Gods and he is holding tight to these little ones loving them for all of us…I will put on a happy smiley face this Christmas and pretend to be happy but I really won’t be I will be sadder than hell thinking of these poor poor families with out their beloved children…and preying they can find some kind of closure and peace within their hearts…Carol
It will be just me at Christmas. Thank goodness I don’t even have to put a smile on my face.
Brenda
Thank you for your post. My heart is heavy with grief for the families.
Thank you for posting this today.
So sad. So very sad. I’m glad you did this, Brenda. I set aside Sunday to honor the families.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5YNS6FlUDc#