The bereaved

Sick. Deep down. Want to laugh and smile, but I can't. A mile off down the road a motorcade of dozens of police cars and motorcycles lead a procession of six buses loaded with the grief-stricken family members in the wake of Flight 5191... [Lord, hold them close]

There we stood, holding signs saying: We love you. We're praying for you. God loves you. We're so sorry.

Such a small gesture - they said it would be a glimmer of good in the midst of this air disaster. And so we stood. There's nothing we can do except be there. I held a sign with a huge heart. I heard "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" on the way back to the church. It somehow fit well with the ache in our stomachs, the cloudy and rainy skies, and the tears in our eyes.