To the parents of Uvalde, I hurt with you.
Like you, I was not with my child when she died.
Like you, I didn't get to say goodbye.
Like you, I know the pain of losing your child suddenly and tragically.
Like you, I couldn't breathe.
Like you, I screamed.
Like you, my world fell apart.
Like you, I had to get up the next day when I didn't want to.
Like you, I woke up thinking I needed to get her ready for the day, only to have the world crash down on me again when I realized she was not here anymore.
To the parents of Uvalde, I stand with you.
I cry with you.
I hear you.
I sit in the pain with you.
I am angry like you.
I am broken like you.
To the parents of Uvalde, none of this is okay.