Eulogies for murdered children
I used to live a few miles from Santee, a suburb northeast of San Diego. The shooting: everything I think to write sounds trite. “My sympathies go out to them.” “How senseless.” “Who could have done such a thing?”
So let me say this: let us hope for, and work to construct, a world in which eulogies for murdered children never get a chance to become trite.
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