Without the images of personal grief, particularly as the years move on beyond the horror of the event, we are more readily able to put our hands and say "no nearer than this may it come". Remembrance dims and some measure of complacency takes hold . Images of personal grief, particularly the intense anguish that is the heartbreak and emptiness in the space where the loved one sat, jerk us back into memory. My hope is that continuing to see images of grief as deep and sharp today as it was 10 years ago today will move us to find ways to move ourselves toward sufficient repugnance for violence and violent retribution that we sit down, bow our heads and say: "God help us. No more."
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