Sunday morning finds my little part of the world wrapped in rain and a tepid fogginess. The boys are unraveling yet another mess all over the floor, and I am about to unleash my full-on mom-tantrum. But then I turn on the t.v. and the computer only to find I cannot escape the news of Friday's event. We keep trying to make sense of it all, to understand the boy, to understand the mother, to understand the country. Too many words, no stone left unturned. I am sad and my heart goes out to all of those in mourning, but I don't know what they are going through. I can still hold on to my loved ones, and I wish beyond all wishes that they could too. So on this sad Sunday, I'll remember you and if you were here, I'd hug you, tell you I miss you and that I love you too. And if we learn anything from this at all, I hope it is that life is fragile. We cannot let it diminish our light; our hearts beat on, heavy now, but in the morning, brighter still. Hold on, hold tight.