Wednesday evening, after work

Phil's in the shower, getting ready to go to Unity with me this evening for a vigil. Has it really been a year since that awful day? I'm tired and confused and on the verge of tears, and I've been that way for most of the day. The fear and despair have been replaced, but I'm still worried by the events that have been forecasted. Retribution, some are calling it. Retribution for what? And, more, why? Will it do anyone any good at all to leave more orphans and widows, grieving for the losses? Peace. Peace. Let there be peace.