4:04 a.m.

That's when the thunderstorm rolled through...

And while Mother Nature was outside throwing her fit, I was snuggled up inside. Whispering and cuddling with my husband.

Those moments always seem that much sweeter after revisiting tragedy. More worthwhile. More important.

And while we dare not live under the constant shadow of the past, there are lessons to be learned. And things we can carry with us.

Once again it is time...