Residents statewide have struggled to make sense of the tragic death of toddler Cyrus Belt. The following letter was sent to The Advertiser for publication:

As I drove to work this day, I could barely make myself drive under the overpass from where a 2-year-old baby boy was tossed to his death yesterday. When I reached the spot, I cried. I cried for the baby who met such a horrible and unnecessary death. I cried for the few last seconds of his life. I cried for the drivers who witnessed the baby's body hit the freeway. I cried for the people on the freeway now who are on their way to work. Another day, more work to do, it's Friday, pau hana, the weekend. I cried for how we can so easily become indifferent. I cried for us.

I am simply overwhelmed by grief. The grief of two women being murdered within eight days of each other by men who at one time told them they loved them, who fathered their babies. I grieve for the parents of that baby boy, and the families of them all. I don't know what to do. I march with the silent marches following DV deaths. How do I march for baby boy? How do I face my next client at work? How do I put away my grief because I need to be present to others who are struggling?

When will we learn that violence, fighting, abuse is deadly? I thank a wonderful friend who let me call her this morning so that I can hear her loving voice, and somehow made me feel like I can make it. I thank the neighbor in Kailua who tried to stop the horrible beating in the middle of the street. I thank HPD for the incredibly difficult and painful job they have in responding to these and so many other gruesome scenes. I thank the advocates and therapists who help families and friends pick up the pieces.

May God accept baby boy and the two women into a very special place where they know they are loved and important. May God help us.