Echos Of Cries Unheard

By Pattie Marsiglio

They Will Not Be Forgotten Sandy Hook elementary school tragedy is what inspired me to write this book. It's my dream and goal to bring back to life their memory and place it back into the hearts and minds of many. We as human beings share love, compassion, and sympathy toward others. Especially those who suffered in silence due to such senseless, violent crimes against innocent children and others. I wanted to reach out to them and let them know they are not alone. I to share their pain and grief alone with countless others. The only way I knew to reach out to them was with love, compassion, and sympathy. With those three components, words came more easily. I hope in my book my words eased your pain. In doing so, I have accomplished my dream. Rest in peace Sandy's Angels, you will not be forgotten.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781682890028

Book preview

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Sweet Angels

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The echoes of their cries unheard only to those beyond the walls.

Then their tears ran down their face only for a moment when the angels appeared.

Then that very moment their tears went away. Only for a moment when our anger took over.

That very moment calm set in and the sweet whispers began and out anger went away.

Through those sweet whispers that only our hearts can hear. I can only say their tears are no more they are sweet angels today.

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Sandy’s Angels Shine Down

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A child brings a meaningful purpose to our lives. One precious moment after another.

From peekaboo to their first steps and the first words they ever said. Even the terrible twos wasn’t really that bad. From hide-and-seek, building blocks, toy trucks, dolls, coloring books, and crayons to their first day of school, making new friends.

These little children brought love happiness and laughter in their cute, little tender ways and brought sunshine to a gloomy day. Now in first grade learning their ABC’s and numbers from one through ten.

I can’t wait until the end of their day. I’ll be waiting by the door for their love, hugs, kisses, and so much more.

Then it happened one December day. Our sunshine went away, and darkness surrounded our quiet little Connecticut town. That’s when evil with a weapon in hand forced his way into our elementary school.

Two brave women tried to keep evil at bay so the children and teachers can get away. But this evil gunman had a thirst for blood and shot the two brave women down. He wasn’t finished with his evil task. He entered into a first-grade class one after another.

His thirst for blood became more intense as he proceeded to another class. That’s when he knew his bloodshed had to end uniform police were closing in. So this evil coward shot himself dead one single bullet to the head.

Our Heavenly Father heard their cries and opened up the heavens right away, while the evil coward went the other way. Now twenty-six of Sandy’s angels shine down on their quiet little Connecticut town.

Written by

Pattie Marsiglio

December 14, 2012

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Terror at Sandy’s Door What Are We to Do?

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It happened on December 14, 2012, but this time Sandy Hook Elementary School’s twenty first graders and six brave teachers and staff lost their life when a mentally ill young man forced his way into their school with a high-powered weapon in hand. When will it end? It is so unfair! Our children aren’t safe anywhere.

What are we to do when were afraid to send our children off to school? What about a cinema, or mall, or even when our children are outside to play? A bullet doesn’t have a name it kills where the shooter aims.

What are we to do when we take our children to their favorite drive-in while they eat their happy meals? Put a high-powered weapon in Ronald McDonald’s hands? That is so insane, like bullet proofing our children as they walk to and from school every day.

Who are we to blame? Only those who profit and put those high-powered weapons in the hands of gangs and mentally