You are my heroes. I look at the boxes of letters, the signs, the ribbons and the concern on people's faces and it brings tears to my eyes. You are my hope for the future. This is what I'm going to remember about the shooting. Not the tears, the horror, the sadness, but the hope, love and prayers sent by so many anonymous hearts.
Love is such a powerful thing.
Thanks to all of you who have taken the time to show how much you care. We have proven to everyone how powerful love is and how it can turn evil into good. In Memory of Dylan and Eric Please do not judge this poem based on who it is for, because I only hoped to explore the feelings and anger that were at the heart of this. They were not evil incarnate, simply humans with human frailties and emotions. I realize now that I have no happy childhood memories.