The Best Revenge

I have a friend, let’s call her Kay. Kay is a pediatrician and her husband has an equally lucrative job. When they were young, they adopted twin boys. The boys had an older sister, whom they eventually adopted as an adult. When the twins were teenagers, Kay and her husband started their own family. They have three biological sons. Oddly enough, two of them are also twins, now 10. Yesterday I learned that the older sister of the adopted twins was killed by a psychotic boyfriend, leaving her three children orphaned. You guessed it. Kay and her husband have taken these three in as well, the youngest is 4 (a girl). Oddly enough, the family liked this boyfriend. He seemed gentle and smart and they approved. But he had only been in the picture for a month or so. Still in the getting-to-know-one-another phase. Who would have guessed? And I think about this crazy murder and ask myself where this negative energy comes from and what conceivable purpose can such stuff serve? Kay and her husband are certainly in shock, and putting one foot in front of the other with these three more children to raise. They do not appear to wish to avenge the death of their adopted daughter. They have the greatest compassion for the mentally ill perpetrator. They are focused on the well-being of the children. Raising the children well is their best revenge.