Two weeks ago when mom was in town, we joined the Nethercuts for dinner at the elite UT Club. We parked in the garage and as we were crossing the street to the lower level of the Club, mom said, "I can't help but think about the UT sniper when I'm on this campus."
"Mom! That happened before I was born." I said with an incredulous get-over-it sort of attitude.
"I can't help it," she said; she who lived in Missouri and Minnesota in the 60s. "It's still makes me uncomfortable."
Two weeks later her words haunt me. Students and adults across the globe are shaken up by Virginia Tech's tragedy. And it will not soon go away.
To the parents of those who died or are still in the hospital, my heart is with you and my prayers are for you. God cries too, for this world is a mess. I'm sorry the TVs keep exploiting you and the web reminding you. At the same time, may you always remember whom you loved, and may their spirits live on in you.