On Friday night you stole away the life of an exceptional being, the love of my life, the mother of my son, but you will not have my hatred.I don't know who you are and I don't want to know, you are dead souls.If the God for whom you kill blindly made us in his image, each bullet in my wife's body would have been a wound in his heart.Therefore I will not give you the gift of hating you.You have obviously sought it, but responding to it with anger would be to give in to the same ignorance that has made you what you are.You want me to be afraid, to cast a mistrustful eye on my fellow citizens, to sacrifice my freedom for security?You lost. Same player, same game.I saw her this morning, finally after nights and days of waiting.She was just as beautiful as she was when she left on Friday evening, as beautiful as when I fell madly in love with her more than 12 years ago.Of course I am devastated with grief, I will give you that tiny victory, but this will be a short-term grief.
