Words Are Not Enough . . .

What could I say to my husband's uncle and aunt over the loss of their granddaughter to a brain tumor?

What could I say to the lady in our ward whose husband was shot and killed on the freeway on his way to work over a minor fender bender?

What could I say to the woman who I lived behind the day after I watched her home of over 25 years burn to the ground and she and her husband almost did not get out of the house?

What could I possibly say about what happened September 11, 2001 and about a city that I love so much and to all those who lost their lives at the Pentagon and a field in Pennsylvania?

Words just never seem enough in some situations, but what I would like to say is that I have learned from the things that I have witnessed in my short life. I know that each day is a special gift from God and that every night when I go to bed and wake up, I am grateful that I have another day here on earth with my family. Tragedies will happen and continue to happen, but we should not live in fear but live our lives in a way that will honor others who have gone on before us. I will never be able to look at the picture of my daughter that day in the same way and I will never forget all those people who lost their lives that horrible day five years ago.