My prayers to the families of Connecticut shooting victims, hope they find the will and courage to live on.
How can so many young, pure lives full of fun and mischief end by a mad man's rampage? What could have made a shy 20 year old to be death's wing man that day? But why children?
Every time I hold my son I think of those children. Every time he tests my nerves and I am all set to yell at him, I think of those children. Every time I remember my 3 nephews and my niece I think of those children.
Do we appreciate the children in our life enough?
Its been difficult to write. May be I should not write about my petty life anymore.
