I have no answers to explain why these things happen. I only have unanswered questions. Why a school? Why young innocent children? Why does this keep happening? Why can't we make it stop? Will it ever be safe?
I have no magic words to ease the pain. My heart is torn wide open and screams in pain. I know I am not alone. We are all at a loss.
In my line of work we see horrible acts inflicted on children on a daily basis. There have been many times when I have dashed home to hug my children. I could not wait to see my children this afternoon. As I watched my four year old play with her friends, the reality that many of the victims of today's horror are her age.
When I look at her I can't help but smile. The innocence. The playfulness. The magic. She has no idea why I won't stop hugging her or touching her or telling her I love her.
The Boy understands. He lives in a world when there could be violence in school. In his world, they do not just have fire or tornado drills but they also have shelter and place drills.
Tonight, twenty-eight families are forever altered. Their grief has touched a nation. Maybe even a globe. They do not grieve alone.