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As for most people, the devastating events of December 14, 2012 have chilled me to the core, seeped deeply into my heart, and rattled my sense of being. I question whether the physical proximity, being a mom to young children, or being a mental health caregiver compound my awareness and inability to refrain from thinking about the horror felt by all involved. But somehow, I know it’s about humanity. This beautifully magnificent world that offers us so much can be so tragically dark and scary. I am not naive to what exists, the pain and suffering so many endure, and yet, crimes against children feel earth shattering. And so, the world cracked and I struggle to recover from the aftershock. The sense of grief and loss over innocence, the inability to protect, and in that, a loss of control, where no one and nothing is sacred. As a mom, all I desire and feel a perpetual primal need to do, is to keep my children happy and safe. How can I do that when without rhyme or reason, on a blue skied sunny day, where holiday cheer surrounds, being innocent, being young, being at school, doing exactly what they were supposed to do, these darlings violently lost their lives. It doesn’t make sense in my mind or in my heart and I cry for them. I cry for their parents and their siblings. I silently wish them peace. Whenever it may come. I hope they can find a small light in this sometimes incredibly dark world. And know that so many of us will never forget, witness to their loss, and our collective loss. As I go about my days, I have been counting my blessings loud and clear…1…2…3…4

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