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.