Brightness falls from the air;
Queens have died young and fair;
Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us!
The strength of a small town lies in the compassion and empathy of its people for tragedy does not just strike the unfortunate soul written about in
the newspaper, it strikes us all. So, when the news came that three of our beautiful, vibrant teenagers died in automobile accidents we all
felt it. Although not of our blood, those were our children. We wept, unabashedly for the promise that was lost . . . and still we continue