I had a post lined up for today. In fact, I had a few. But now I don't know what to say or do. There are many times when I feel completely emotionally detached from the world around me, now is not one of those times. I have only felt this way once before in my life, and that was on September of 2001, and I hoped I wouldn't feel it again. I may not have kept in touch with my cousin; I didn't even know she was pregnant. But that doesn't change the fact that I remember her well, and that I love her as much as my brothers.
When I heard not too many hours ago that she was murdered last night, I just stayed in a state of shock. I felt like my mind just couldn't process the information. I don't know what happened, but not many others do either. What slowly seeps in now is the feeling of being useless, that there's nothing I can do. I hate feeling like I can't make a difference. I was never what you call close to my cousin, but it still hurts. I've been present at more than a few funerals to those in the family who had passed away, but I have never known a member of the family whose life was taken from them before their time.
My prayer for her is that now she is in that other life, that she is no longer burdened with the trivial thoughts of mortality, but now can embrace those who have been waiting to see her again and that she can now feel the unfettered love of all those who care for her and spend the eternities with her child. May almighty God bless her and help her along the path to the fullness of joy.