No Words

Things don't usually hit me right away.   Like when I was in the 3rd grade and we got a call in the middle of the night that my Grandpa had passed away.  I covered my ears, rolled over, and tried to go back to sleep.

I don't know if it's a defense mechanism or what but it's always been that way.

So yesterday as I watched all day coverage of the horrible tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut it never really "hit".  

Then the president spoke and I cried with him.

Then the local priest was interviewed, broke down and I sobbed with him.

Then he said this.  

He had been with the parents of the children who were killed and one of the parents, who had a son that was deceased, phone had went off.   It was an alarm.  It was time to take her son to Cub Scouts.

No words.