Yesterday a young man shot his mother, then went to an elementary school and killed, I believe, 28 people, most of whom were children between the ages of 5 and 10. Looking at the photos of the family members' grief reached deep down in my own heart. For all the victims, for all the families ... well, there is nothing I can do, nothing I can say. It's a waste, a tragic and heartbreaking waste. I offer you my love, my heart, but nothing will ever begin to make up for the loss, I know.
After killing all those people, the killer turned the gun on himself and committed suicide. In the last 24 hours I keep being beset by this image of these spirits, ejected suddenly from their bodies, mingling for a moment at the scene, the killer among the innocent children, unable to turn away from the reality of what he had done.