a grief that can’t be spoken.

There is no ranking of mass casualty – and all of the massacres that we continue to witness defy all humanity.

Even with that knowledge though, my heart and my head keep turning to Uvalde, thinking about it, reading what has happened, praying over these children and teachers and families, trying to understand. This feels even more devastating than we’ve experienced in the past – and I didn’t think that was possible.

I am trying so hard to wrap my mind around children calling 911, begging for help, with officers outside their door for some 45 minutes – and a crazed gunman inside with them.

Calling for help – with gunshots ringing out at times.

Calling for help – and help not coming.

This is beyond my ability comprehend. It’s crushing.

As it stands, I am so terribly sorry for all of the victims of this catastrophe.


I also have to express some real frustration.

First, I am SICK of seeing the shooter’s parents – I have seen both his mother and his father – on media outlets explaining how he had some anger issues but was really a good person at heart. NO. Just NO.

He was an animal-abusing holy terror whose classmates were frightened of him before this – and now he is a dead murderer who killed 21 people and injured many more.

These people don’t deserve a platform to spew bullshit. He shot his grandmother on his way to the school for goodness sake. It’s damn disgraceful.

My other point of frustration is having a huge political debate that loses sight of the victims of this violence when they aren’t even buried yet.

Honestly (on the political side)? Everybody is probably a bit wrong and a bit right, all of us.

It makes sense that no law will stop a determined evil person.

However, it also makes sense that no private citizen needs an assault weapon.

Two things can be true at the same time.

The level of violence in our society is surreal now, one mass casualty event after another.

More importantly though, all of that needs to be sorted later.

Right now, we have a tragedy of just absolutely ungodly, unreal proportions before us.

Right now, this Memorial Day weekend, we must weep with those who weep and mourn with those who mourn.

The loss is great for all of us.

I am so sorry, Uvalde.

All my love and prayers.

Be well, everybody. Take care of yourselves and each other.

Grace and Blessings.

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