All night, I woke up imagining the shooting in that kindergarten classroom. I woke up imagining the parents hearing the news at the firehouse that they wouldn’t be reunited with their precious children.
This is a terrible morning. We are grieving with you.
This is a terrible morning, and evil is real.
One day, it won’t be this way.
But today, there is unimaginable pain. We go into it with you, as best we can–in any way we know how–and we grieve with you.