On Christmas morning

On Christmas morning I had the joy of speaking with my five year old granddaughter Erica. She was so animated telling me about Santa and all of the wonderful experiences of her morning. It was such a wondrous experience but tempered by the realization of what the homes in Connecticut were feeling. Pain for the families can sometimes be even be more difficult at this time of celebration and festivities. The world will go on, but for those whose world is shattered it is often just getting through the next few moments. It is a privilege to share the wonder of my grandchild, but it is also the responsibility to do whatever I can to comfort and to help prevent it from happening again and again.

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