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.