Reality has set in.
Grief has set in.
These are my people. And they're tired, they're hurting, and they're scared.
The majority of them have problems that can be fixed with a little elbow grease and sweat.
There are some though, who will forever mourn a loss that money could not replace.
My heart is broken for what they're suffering. May God have mercy.
Maybe you don't know my city. Maybe you don't know my people. Maybe you think this is small in the grand scheme of things. Maybe not enough people died for you to care. Maybe it's too far away, and unreal for you to care. Maybe you think my city is too full of druggies and trailer trash to care what happens to a few of them. Maybe there are too many other things for you to care about, for you to care deeply about this as well.