Feeling Small

Some things are too big, too overwhelmingly powerful to write about.  The tragedy in Colorado is an evil so awful I could only sit in quiet reflection, frozen in fear and sorrow for those lives lost.

But slowly the stories of heroism are being told.  And I am reminded of what I have always believed, that there is so much more good in the world than bad.  At times it is hard to accept, but with each tale of selflessness hope springs eternal.  I hang on to the belief that the world can be a wonderful place.

All I have to see is the face of my beautiful grandson and I know it is.