Of the many, many stories I have covered in my career, the murders of the three Schaffhausen sisters is one that stands out for its horror, its sadness and its tragic scope of loss. I do not in any way mean to minimize any other stories I have reported on.
It is this one though that I frankly have a difficult time reporting on. In the end I think it is the photographs of the three girls that get me most.
The photographs are remarkable. The girls seem to jump out of the still frames. Their beauty, their joy, their innocence, their individual personalities shine through. Amara, 11, Sophie, 8, and Cecilia, 5, are not just frozen in time in these images.
They live and their joy lives too. I am in awe of their mother Jessica, who was in court this week, who had the strength to sit in the same room with her ex-husband who has admitted to the horrific murders.
On an Easter weekend where spring finally seems to have arrived, I will be thinking about these three little girls who remind me to never take anyone I love for granted.