Usually I sit down to post with a smile on my face and ready to share about something fun or interesting or (hopefully) inspiring. Today I'm heartbroken. You may have known from watching the news the story of Brooke Bennett. She was the subject of Vermont's first ever Amber Alert. She disappeared on Wednesday 6/26 from Randolph, which is where we live. It's hard to even type these words. She was found murdered near her uncle's house last Wednesday, one week later. Our community is heartsick. We celebrated the 4th as a town, but there was a cloud over the day. Today you can feel the sadness in the air again.
We are all praying for Brooke and her family. None of us can make sense of what happened. I didn't know Brooke, but it is clear that she was a sunny, spunky presence in town. It is so hard to see the sadness in the eyes of her friends. It is so wrong that they have to deal with this at all.
I have come to love my connections with all of you who read my blog. You are all so sweet and encouraging, kind and creative. I know that as you're reading this, you're sending your prayers to Brooke's family and friends. That's what I'm counting on. They need them. Thanks.