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. 

Some days, some times, life has a way of coming to screeching halt leaving you shaking and full of grief so deep that you stand stunned.  You try to think of something to say, but even in the very depths of your heart you find there are no words adequate to the situation.  In fact, as you think over the situation, you know that there will never be words.  There will be looks and sighs and tears and memories.

Rod is leaving in a few hours to attempt to speak those words that aren't there to his sister who is enduring unspeakable grief. 

If you read this, say a prayer for the family.  I don't care really if you stumble upon this blog 2 or 5 years from now.  This is a grief that will never fully go away. 

And, if you know someone who is in a domestically violent situation, please do what you can to save a life. Or three. 

And, if YOU are in that situation, please, do not become a statistic.  Leave.  Get help.  There are places to go where you can be safe.