Words are so much a part of who I am. I am so moved when reading and feeling the swell of emotion evoked by others' words; it is that emotional connection I have often sought out when times of trouble or sorrow surround me. And, when moved deeply by one emotion or another, I am often a fountain of words; I find them spewing themselves with ease from my hand (or in this case, my fingers). Today...and I would assume for days to come...this is simply not the case. I have few words to express the sorrow I feel in my heart, the sympathy I wish to extend, the grief I wish I could bear for others, or the comfort I long to bestow. I can find no quote, no story, no poem to adequately express all that I wish to convey. My words - no words - can possibly be enough, when young life is so tragically lost and grief so intensely felt by those who love most.
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