what is this part of us that yearns to “mourn with those that mourn?” that aches to touch the pain of so many so far away whom we do not know? it stretches forth from us – a silken thread of connection weaving a cloth of sympathy to help absorb the tears of those who were closer than we. we stand back – we dry our empathy – we draw a sigh of relief… “there but for the grace…” we say – feeling safe. feeling spared. for the moment.