I can't help but think, as the damn tears keep falling, if I someday find myself inside that building, sitting next to my son, who's given a part of himself, that I damn sure hope I could look out the window and find ya'll there. How much strength this must give, to those who find they need just a little more. It gives me much, and I'm not even there. What a comfort to know you are.
I am not alone. We had 165 last Friday.