Tribolum.com Making Light of Things

They read your names out today at the vigil. Every line read was a life that ended prematurely - an act, a decision made by a fellow human being.

A young boy aged eleven, a father aged fifty-one, a young mother aged twenty-four. Now we’ll never know what they could have become or how our own lives may have been affected had their presence been with us. Some of us might have found love, started families or changed the world in some way.

Now their lives are but a statistic that serves so poor a reminder of what humans do to other humans. The sound of their names fades away into the cold air of winter.

We would be fools to forget them, especially in these dark times.