My heart goes out to you, Amish mothers and fathers. I can't even imagine what it must be like for you now, or for your children in their last moments of life. And I can't imagine what goes through the mind and heart of such a sick person, who thinks that by taking innocent lives, he can somehow find solace. I can't imagine that a father could kiss his own children goodbye and then steal the children of some other father away.
I find myself hugging my own child closer tonight. And I pray that by God's grace, my child will live to a ripe old age and die with a clean heart and soul. I know I have no right to ask, but still I pray. And I pray for you, and your children -- those who died, and those who struggle to live. God be with you tonight, and with the children of the misguided person who thought that this was the right thing to do.
I wish I had something wiser to say, but I don't. Just sending thoughts and prayers . . .