Mourn for the children and the caring adults around them who died in the tragic massacre in Connecticut. Literally, focus on each of them starting a normal day but not seeing the end of it. Try to imagine the horror through their eyes as it unfolded; what they thought, their unimaginable fear, their instinct for survival that would not come.
Mourn for the children hurried out side doors and through the carnage. Mourn for the parents who cannot enfold their children in their arms ever again. Mourn for everyone who had no choice except to set their eyes on this horror.
Take this time. It really happened.