Ms. Taylor Says

I spent some time today at what I can only describe as the Christian equivalent of sitting S hivah . I have never been in a house so full of sorrow, so overcome with silence. As I came in to the house, I knew I could do nothing but weep with the broken hearted. I had to let go of my hope to somehow be able to help, and just realize that sometimes in life there is nothing you can do. And sometimes in life nothing makes sense. It is just a time to mourn. To truly weep. As each person came in, the reaction was the same--an outpouring of sadness--a sadness deeper than any I had ever seen. And I had to tell myself that there was no way to stop it or help. It just had to be. It was the time to mourn. And somehow, strangely, mourning together felt like the right thing to do. It was right to be in a place where people could cry and simply be broken. I am not foolish enough to think that my grief in any way compared to that of the family, so I could not imagine what they were experiencing. The