Twenty years on it's hard to know what to say. It's a fact that grief is a measure of love, for we do not grieve for those things that we care not for. So it is that, through the passage of time, though the memories may fade and the pain may dull, the absence of those we lost on that fateful day remains just as fresh, just as raw and ever present, as it was so long ago. Mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers, where would they be today? Grief is like this. Now, the site has been cleared, the memorials erected, and the history codified and recorded for posterity.
What remains to be done is arguably the hard part, to live for those we lost each day, to remember them to a new generation who have none of their own memories of the tragedy, and to work tirelessly to create a world of peace and brotherhood where families no longer have to grieve in the shadow of events such as these. It won't be easy and it probably won't happen in our lifetimes, but the torch must be lit and passed to future generations nonetheless. Let there be peace.
~The Staff of Cedar Grove News
