I am a mother and a wife. I am slightly past middle age. Our lives were relatively normal. Then my twenty four year old son died. It feels like my life is a large porcelain vase that has smashed on the floor, shattered pieces everywhere. Now I have to collect all of the tiny shards and glue the vase back together. It will never be the same again, and inevitably, pieces will be missing. I usually have a lot of compassion for people, can forgive them, and be kind to them. But is it possible that there are violent individuals responsible for the injury that caused my son's death? Can I summon the strength to confront them? Do I really have it within me to "make them pay?" In the journey of my grief and desperate need for retribution, I learn a valuable lesson.