Each cross bears the name, age and photo of one of the souls lost in this unspeakable tragedy. Several more crosses down the line, my eyes catch three simple words scrawled in cursive above the photo of another smiling young face: "Daddy loves you."
I know my city ... our city ... our nation ... will get through this by supporting each other and doing the right things. But at this moment, in the town I love so much, the pain is too real. Incomprehensible, really.
May kindness, respect and unity lift us out of this nightmare.