I just finished watching (and weeping through) portions of the Memorial
services for the victims (no longer with us and their survivors) of the
Oklahoma City bombing.

I knew no one there and yet I felt (last year) that I was an acquaintance
of them all.  Hearing their names all over again rekindled my despair that
someone could do what they did and touch so many lives in such a heinous
way.

It did not matter to me that some were old, some young, some white, others
not, some male, some female. What mattered is that I felt a kinship with
those who must continue their lives without one or more loved ones.

I cannot say why I was so touched by what happened last year--and again
this year. Perhaps the events in my own life have made me more vulnerable
to such remembering. That does not matter so much as our ability to feel
and to want to reach out and embrace both the survivors and our own
feelings that we can be moved by such experiences.

Let's all prayer or meditate with the 168 and their families once again.


                                        Still weeping...




Def. of LC service: "We are all faced with a series of great opportunities
brilliantly disguised as impossible situations."
Kathleen G. Auerbach,PhD, IBCLC (Homewood, IL)- [log in to unmask]
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