April is the Cruelest Month

April is the cruelest month. T.S. Eliot’s words ring very true today.

I’m generally positive and content; outraged only when I know we are capable of better. But at times the world pains me. Today is such a time.

My thoughts and my heart are with all who senselessly died today and with their families, who will have a hole in their hearts, a missing piece, each day forward without their loved ones.