When tragedy strikes my mind starts to race and I think about the frightening world we live in. Then I take a deep breath and peace returns. I remember that there are many things out of my control and that bad, horrible, awful things happen to really good innocent people. My finite mind offers no explanation for the hateful actions of our fellow citizens of the world.
But here's what I can do. I can love my family. When they leave the house I want them to know just how deeply they are connected to me. I don't just say the words "I love you", I also fold their laundry and feed them. I give them a soft place to land when the world gets too rough. I remind them that we're in this family forever and that it doesn't end when mortality closes. And when I lose my temper and scream in frustration I apologize and tell them how sorry I am.
Today, that's all I can do.