...and it was wonderful and heartbreaking and hopeful all at the same time.

They read the names of all of the murdered men and women. I cried. Thinking of all of those people who had families and friends that loved them, families and friends whose lives will never be the same. People who are devastated by grief. And there’s not a fucking thing anyone can do to make it better.

But there was also hope in the diversity of ages, ethnicities, and orientations (if I can assume, based on the same-sex and opposite-sex couples holding hands!) of the people I saw there.

I’m not gay so I can’t say I know the struggles my gay family members and friends have. But I think it’s really important for people like me, who try hard to be allies, to show up for these things, to help make the point that an attack on the LGBTQ community isn’t just a “gay thing”, and that yes, we ALL give a damn.

If there’s one near you, try to go. I think you’ll be very glad you did.