I tend to apply events such as the VT shootings to my own life. My mind,and my heart, cannot wrap itself around what it would feel like to receive a phone call or a knock on the door-telling me my reason for living was gone.

When I read of soldiers dying I cannot imagine what it would be to kiss my husband goodbye in the morning, see him drive off... and then never have him come home. What would I do?

To be another mother, lifting a lifeless body off the ground, wiping dirt off a face that will never again smile back at her... all over a senseless, immoral and stupid war. How could that happen in the name of Democracy?

Yesterday a 5 year old little girl was killed in a freak accident, here in Ferndale,MI. She was playing with her kindergarten class and the gusting winds blew over a flagpole in her gated, fenced and secure playground. It fell on top of her. I sobbed as I read that in this morning's paper. I sobbed as I watched my 8 year old walk onto his own gated and secure playground this morning. Again thinking on the next time the phone rings and I see his school's name on the caller ID. What if that time they weren't calling to tell me he forgot his lunch? What if they were calling to tell me something worse?

Somebody's Mom went through that yesterday, the day before...and the day before that. Today Somebody's Mom is getting a phone call or a visit. Tomorrow the same will happen. And I will never be able to process it, but I will be able to think of it all.

...I cannot imagine... but I can find a place in my brain to try and come to terms with the deaths of so many soldiers, so many innocent Iraqis, 33 people on a college campus (yes, I include the gunman...he's somebody's baby), and 1 small girl. All on the same day.

I think it is wrong to compare one situation to another, but that is only my opinion.