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I'm not sure what to say, but it seems as though something needs to be written about the last two days.

Yesterday Micah was playing in our basement with Riley when a little fight broke out. Micah took one on the cheek from Riley and came to me crying. All I could do was sit and rock this beautiful child on the floor and cry. I kissed him and told him I loved him. At that point in time I knew that his daddy had passed away, he did not.

Thank God for Amy. She is an amazing woman, with a strength like I've never seen. She is true gift to Micah, to us all. I know her heart is broken into pieces right now. I know she's scared. I wish I knew how to help.

Riley has a lot of questions and has been asking to look at pictures of "Mr. Mark" all morning on the computer. He explained what happened to Mark on the phone this morning to his Nana. Riley has become quite familiar with death over the few months.

No little boy should have to go through what Micah Palmer has been through in his short four years. It's just not right.

What do people do in situations like this who don't have hope and faith in their lives? I know it is our hope and our faith that will carry our community through this time.