And so it is our turn.
Our town’s turn to shake our heads and wonder why. Our turn to be in national headlines. Our turn to mourn the victims. Our turn to figure out how to word our
messages to loved ones who will read the news and worry if our particular family is okay.
Some families are not okay.
Some families are mourning. Some
families are terrified. Some families
now have difficult decisions to make.
Some families will never be able to forget this day.
Pittsburgh and vicinity has been declared one of the Best Super
Places to Live. Not for everyone, it isn’t.
7 comments:
I'm so sorry. No one is exempt--not your big city, not my tiny town. God save us all.
I wish there was something constructive to do or say. Nothing seems able to stem this tide of guns.
I feel sick reading this.
I printed our bulletin for Sunday about 90 minutes ago. The pastor's sermon title this week? "Why Doesn't God Do Something About Evil?" His text includes Psalm 73:16.
I have no answers. Only tears and hugs.
I couldn't sleep last night. Prayed. Cried.
That is awful. I'm sorry it came to your hometown.
This shooting felt devastating. Sometimes large numbers have a numbing affect, but a family? It's too easy to comprehend. And I'm sure it being even closer to your own home made it feel more personal still.
I'm so sorry. There has to be a way to end this madness.
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