I am not known for being sentimental, and I don't usually where my feelings on my sleeve, but I must say that I have been crying all week. There is something wrong with the way we live and approach this world; that a tragedy like this could occur, that we all stop, reflect, then move on; that it will happen again --- something terribly wrong. It does no good to assign blame. It does no good to say that it is the fault or problem of others.
Forgive the incoherence of this. I am grappling for meaning....
Memory is a Garden



