A lit candle

The whole nation is reacting to the terrorist attacks in Boston, but our household is reacting in it's own way.

Satu is a remarkable woman. It is hard to know how sensitive she is because when she grieves, she does so in private. She is so controlled with her expression that heartbreak has no outlet except to cause her physical pain that she has to deal with. I am talking about the Boston Marathon, but I am also talking about who I know Satu to be because of the way she processes events like this. She keeps vigil.
Satu reads the September 11th bombing victim's names because she says that we have to remember not just the events, but the people. We have to remember that the lives lost will forever mean lost sisters and fathers and friends.

Satu reads names on memorials and reflects on the roadside offerings of strangers who have lost loved ones. When the Boston bombing happened, Satu began searching the pictures for meaning and she kept the news playing at great cost to her emotional welfare. She believes you shouldn't distract yourself from these things, as if sharing the horror and grief over and over again is somehow lightening the burden of others who are grieving. She doesn't give up. As her stomach twists into painful knots and sleep eludes her, she presses on trying to understand.
You should care. We should all care, but is also important to know your limits and when to lay down the burden, light a candle and give thanks for your life.