Dynamite

I wanted to write about all the things I loved about last year and all the things I'm looking forward to in the year to come, but that entry will just have to wait a day or two.
I have been religiously stalking the blog of one Dynamite D(whose blog is private, and therefore I am not linking to it), and finally heard news this morning of her second court date. Again, it was a no-go. Seriously! I have known that court does not always go through on the first try, and am trying to prepare myself for the possibility, but to not go through on the second date? I can't imagine. I don't even want to prepare myself for that sort of thing. And yet there it is -- it happens. It happened to D. C-rapp-ee.
I have felt deflated all morning since reading the news. I have felt down-hearted. I have felt like crying. And I have never actually met her! So how must she feel? Words, I'm sure, cannot describe. And I have been following her as she waited for the second court date, and have not known how to comment on her posts. What can you say to someone who is grieving (at not passing through on the first go, and having to delay being united with their child)? I can't say I understand. There is no use trying to see the bright side, because it sucks, and that's all there is to it. And I'm sure that all will work out in the end, but that is little consolation at this point.
I'm so sorry. That's all I know how to say. It probably doesn't help much, but it's all I know how to do. I'm thinking of you D. I'm praying like crazy. I know that many, many of those following your journey are. May January fly by. May the paper-pushers get their stuff together. May your girl be well cared for and may your hearts be healed and uplifted come February 12.