IT is at tragic times such as this week, in the wake of the Newtown massacre, that a country as large as the United States of America seems to shrink to the size of a village. No matter where we were or are, we have all been left full of tears. We have all been left shaking for the beautiful children in our lives whom we adore. Newtown has changed our country forever.
Something about all those tiny little children and tiny coffins has shred our hearts to pieces. Newtown’s pain, the lost children and those heroic adults who died protecting their flock, are now the angels of Newtown. And they have left us all with achingly sorrowful hearts for their untimely, violently ruptured departures from this life.
The stories of kindness from strangers have been the only beacon of light in this very terrifying and dark story.