For all the stories you can write. none is more important than the one you live. I am reminded recently that we mourn not for the deceased, but for ourselves. our loss of love, friendship and companionship of our departed loved ones. We mourn our loss of them, the finality that death brings, the pain and heartache we feel once our bodies and minds realize they are gone from our presence never to hear their laughter and joy again. We mourn the idea that we have to carry on without them.To the parents of the children lost on 12/14/2012 words cannot express our grief and sorrow at your loss and the nations loss of innocent young ones caught up in a mentally ill man's world. We my co-author and I write of psychics and ghosts, death, love gained and love lost, but reality is a much harsher mistress. My hope and prayer is that in the coming days as news reporters and politicians argue ad nauseum about gun control and mental illness, that we never lose sight of what is really important here. The grieving parents and family of all those lost and our own grieving as we try to make sense of it all. So lets hug our families and friends, be kind and generous in spirit, grieve with the families and make amends to those we have wronged and say I love you before it is too late. Time is all to fleeting for all of us. Let's make the most of it.

Love and Peace to you all.