I find myself crying every time I think about what the families of the murdered children and their teachers are experiencing. I feel cowardly as I force myself to think about something else rather than linger on these thoughts. I have even avoided following the story on TV because I find the feelings of empathy and compassion so intense it is actually painful. I also wrestle with the sense of gratitude that my family was not injured and the sense of guilt I feel for being grateful. Oh, what a terrible time.