Amazing Grace

I was having one of those crappy, miserable, hate the cable company days when I sat down at my computer to catch my breath . I was stuck in the hustle, bustle, and not-very-merry stuff of the Christmas season. I was scattered, stressed, and frantic – going too fast, sweating too much, and doing what I can’t do well – multitask! (Curse that word).

I sat down at the computer to do whatever I was going to do – I’ve forgotten, because I soon discovered, whatever it was wasn’t at all important, and something stopped me in my tracks.. The CNN homepage was open, and there, staring at me, was a photograph of the face of a true and perfect angel—a little girl named Grace. I clicked the link to a story I’ll never forget. The video began and Grace’s mother Lynn spoke and I was struck silent and still. Out of the ravages of the massacre at Sandy Hook came the voice of serenity, goodness, and hope as Lynn spoke and described her perfectly perfect little girl, her “amazing” little girl, a little girl with a great spirit. She spoke about a little girl who loved art, a little girl who was all about peace and gentleness. She spoke about the first time they were able to be “with” Grace, and they walked into a room with a little white casket and felt their breath taken away. But the little casket didn’t stay white for long, as in keeping with Grace’s spirit, everyone there inked up every corner of white with just what Grace would want.

Lynn spoke with a smile that never wavered or dissolved into tears. She spoke with strength and soothing. She spoke with gratitude and love and as she spoke, everything melted away and the only thing left was the miracle of this woman who had lost her baby, yet ended up soothing a network full sorry, frantic, complaining fools.

I will try to write Grace’s mother and tell her that in one small corner, she made a huge difference – she and Grace made a huge difference.