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.