I lived in a town when there was a mass shooting in our City Hall. I wasn’t there. Other leaders in my town were present at the shooting. Some lived. Some didn’t. I brought a casserole to one of the city council member’s wives whose husband had been shot and killed. The funeral for the shooter was held at my church.
I have never seen a better representation of the lost feeling my whole town had for weeks after the shooting.
Too often we have these mass shootings. Too often.
