Miracles of Newtown

The night before last the parents of 7 year old, Grace McDonnell, asked to be interviewed so they could share the wonder of their little girl with the rest of the world. They astonished and amazed me, truly amazed me. I could not believe how composed they were. I could not believe how accepting they seemed to be of their new painful reality - life without their little girl. Grace sounded like a remarkable, amazing child and they certainly appeared to be marvelous, loving, remarkable parents. When they, along with their son, went to say their last good-byes to little Grace, they brought a stack of colorful markers with them. Grace loved art so before they left her, they had filled her little white coffin with beautiful vibrant pictures. I was glued to the TV set and as I watched them and listened to them, I said to myself, this seems like some kind of miracle. What else could it be? Then I thought about their daughter's name being "Grace" and I realized she was named appropriately. It was definitely amazing Grace. Honestly, what else could it be? Tonight I listened to the father of a 6 year old little boy, Jesse Lewis. His story pierced my heart. I was sobbing. His little boy told him that he wanted this to be the best Christmas ever. I cannot remember all the things he said, it was truthfully too painful to hear. But what he said at the end of the short interview made me realize that this too was amazing grace or some sort of miracle. He said he wanted to express his sorrow and offer his condolences to all the other families who lost loved ones including Adam Lanza's father and brother. He added that he realized they were suffering just like he was and they weren't to blame for what Adam did. Can you imagine having this presence of mind, this dignity and strength when you, yourself are in such excruciating agony? It seems like nothing short of a miracle to me.