Something to say

It would be great if there were something to say.  If I--or anyone--could reach in and pull out something profound to suddenly make this tragedy make sense I would.  

Instead, every thought I have of the family is one full of profound grief.  It is a fist squeezing my heart emptying it of its life.  It's the thought of birthdays and loose teeth and bicycle rides and proms and graduations that will never happen.  It's the thought of a mom/grandma suddenly bereft of what she loved so much.  It is the thought of empty places at family gatherings.  

There is no sense in something like this.  

The world has gone mad.

Oh yes, I know Christ is there.  My heart cannot form the words for a prayer though.  It can only weep.