I remember wanting to go home so I could cry.

My head hurt from trying to keep my composure.

And then, instead of going home after work, we had plans to eat at my husband’s parent’s house. So, I couldn’t cry then either.

Today, I cry as I watch the documentaries of the tragedy.

10 years later, I cry.

Matthew 5:4
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.