I’ve referenced Tony’s writings a couple of times in the course of this blog already. As the funerals for Newtown’s fallen begin, his anguished cry says many things that need to be said:
There is nothing to be done but weep. Cry out for the children with bodies shattered, for the ones covered in blood not their own, for the ones who didn’t die instantly. Cry out for those who fell protecting them. Cry out for the parents in their waiting. Cry out for sisters and brothers. Cry out for the little ones who heard the popping, who were led down a hall and told: close your eyes, children—hold hands and close your eyes…{more}
