Whisper Something Nice Into the Stars For This Family

Tomorrow, one of my colleagues will bury her children. It's so horrific, I can't even ask my mouth to form the words to express my sorrow. What can you say? Her three babies are dead. They didn't want to leave. They aren't coming home. This wasn't foreseeable. This wasn't an accident. There is no where to place the blame.

I can't wrap my brain around the situation... I don't even know where to begin. I just ask that everyone hold a little spark of light in their hearts for these children and hope that the fates can guide this mother in the right direction once again.