Words fail

Today was supposed to be a good day, a day for the first official step in a long process that I started more than 18 months ago. But everything felt wrong, senseless. We learned last night that my stepdad's nephew lost his three young children (2, 4 and 5) when his ex-wife killed them. Words are not enough, will never be, faced with that level of madness and senseless violence. With deaths that could have, should have been avoided.