There is a sadness in all of us. The sadness will not go away with time. Nor should it. This sadness lies draped like a thick black cape across the town.
We have lost friends. Some lost a father. Two a husband. And several lost a son. There is no restoring that loss.
Where everything was whole on Monday, by Tuesday evening there was a rip not to be healed. A hole rent in the fabric of our lives.
This is a small community. Not knowing one or two only meant we knew many who knew one or even all of the men. There is no evading the loss.
Time will accommodate. Time will accustom. Time will not heal.