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Together we GrievePosted Monday, December 17, 2012, at 1:35 PM
This will not be like my usual column. There is no way I can write a light hearted upbeat narrative today. While I sit here listening to Christmas carols in the glow of my Christmas tree I am grateful for these things, but my heart and my mind are with the grieving town of Newtown and the tragedy that they are experiencing. Today the funerals begin. Today we begin to look for ways of healing.
My grief, in no way lessens the grief of those directly affected, but it allows me a connection to them. I believe in connections. I believe that we all share a connection, some stronger than others, some more obvious, some more difficult to discern, but I have no doubt of that connection. It is spiritual. It is supra-natural. It is unavoidable. What each of us does, touches all the rest in some way.
My faith allows me to look for a way to find the blessing in every situation, to put a positive thought at the top of the page. While some of us are still struggling with this, Robbie Parker stepped up to show us how in his poignant narrative commemorating his daughter, Emilie. So he is a blessing. If he can be not angry, how can any of the rest of us justify our anger?
This is a Holy season. To the best of our abilities we must put forth positivity even when it is hard. Let's put away negativity even in the face of tragedy. Anger, fear, hate, misunderstanding, guilt will get us nothing good. Love, forgiveness, empathy are ours for the taking.
I have no natural children of my own, but because of that I consider all your children to be partly mine. Indeed your children are the most precious gift you have ever been given and they belong to all of us. No one who loses a child is alone in that loss, ever. We will do our best for them. I know it. So go. Hug your children, your grandchildren, each other. Say a prayer and move on to the business of celebrating. It is what those 20 new angels would want you to do. And for goodness sake, find a teacher to hug, and a first responder and someone who is hurting or lonely or lost.
Love is the power. Good-by for now and good will to you always.
Bless our military, especially those so far from home right now.
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Christa is proud to call herself a true Rector native. Although she was raised on the Texas Gulf Coast, she was born right here on Hickman St. As an adult she traveled and lived in several places before deciding it was time to come home in 1994. She has been active in the community and enjoys watching the world go by from her front porch.