by Spencer Means [ CC BY-SA 2.0 ],  via Wikimedia Commons

by Spencer Means [CC BY-SA 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

My heart is with Charleston. There are no words I have for this.

In a live TV stream from the Charleston community last night, the audio picked up a man in the crowd who said "We're tired. I've marched my last march." His voice was a soul-deep ache. I cried, because what else is there to do from here in Saskatchewan for a man in the middle of the night grieving?

My knee-jerk response is to want to heal everyone, hold everyone, make it right. But this can't be made right. There is no right here.