What happened is unspeakable, and something that no one in their right mind would ever do. I won't say the name of the killer or tell you anything about that person, because I feel that the "glory" of infamy should not be rewarded for what that person has done.
Twenty six people are dead now. Most of them were kids, no older than seven. Their whole lives were ahead of them, cut unfairly short. Though I don't have any children of my own yet, I have seven nieces and nephews with one more on the way; I don't know how I would cope if it had been any of them.
The brave adults did their best to shield and protect the children, several giving up their own lives to save the lives of their students. What they did was selfless and incredible, and their sacrifice will never be forgotten.
The media has plastered the killer's name everywhere, but I refuse to do so. It is a name I have heard but will never repeat. The following names are the ones I want to honor, to remember, to pray for, to think about. Their birthdays go to show just how young they were. These are the innocent, the ones we mourn for and hold in our hearts:
There is nothing that would take away the pain from the families of the fallen. Some wounds will never heal; people just learn to live with the pain.
My thoughts, heart, and prayers are with those affected by this.