Tragedies happen everywhere. I know that. We all know that. But, somehow, when the tragedy happens at home, it seems all that much worse. My thoughts and hopes are in Spain tonight where they continue to sort through the wreckage for fragments of life, but my prayers are here in my hometown of Fresno, where seven children and two young women were brutally murdered. You may have heard of this on the news, you may have not. Marcus Wesson killed his own children and grandchildren for a reason not known to us. We shall never know why he killed his family, and I personally don't want to know. The man was involved in polygamy and some of his children, who are now dead were also his grandchildren. That such a horror can happen is surreal and frightening. You always hear about things like this on the news, but it never seems that bad. My prayers are with the family of those killed and for the Fresno Police Department officers who were on scene and who made the discovery, and for the reporters who reported this incident.

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An angel flashes to Earth in an instant A need, need for nothing Nothing left in this home This home that was once full of life and joy The home that once was living The living are gone now Now that evil has made its presence known Its presence subdues all in its path A path of fear and darkness Darkness that cannot be expelled completely by light Light that was these children These children who were taken by the angel flashing through the night

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My little contribution to the hope that the family members of the families affected by this awful incident find some form of solstice to help them through this heart wrenching time.