For My Kids.
My Dear Children: There are no words I can say that will make any of this better, make sense of it, or make you forget what has happened. My heart aches for you in ways I hope you never have to feel for people you love. But, I know you do. And in times like these, I tend to seek out words from others that may help me cope with whatever I feel. These are a few of my favorites. Perhaps, this week, if you are feeling up to it, you can post some of your favorites, or even some of your own. This space is for whatever you need. I am always around, never far that I won't hear if you call. For now, though, read on and I hope you find some small measure of comfort, at least for a few minutes. Love always, Bunj Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, ...