I am feeling so much grief this week with all the killings in the U.S.. I just keep thinking, each one of those people shot was somebody's baby. Each of those victims has a family who watched their baby grow into adulthood and then be killed. What a nightmare. It breaks my heart. It is something I am so afraid of for my living children, that they will die someday before they've had a chance to live a full life. Joseph never got to live his life, and I have such a well of grief for his unlived life. I cannot imagine what it must be like to lose a child already grown.

Burning Eye, I feel the same as you do. How you can raise a child all the way to adulthood - bypass all the treacherous 9 months of labor, the delivery, the SIDs risks, the kidnapping risks, the teen drunk driving risks...and still lose your baby. Alternatively, a deeper, darker part of me whispers, when I think about the killers - why couldn't my baby live and they could, just to grow up and take innocent lives. I will never understand that.

It's devastating and breaks my heart too, all those families grieving, all those families broken in these fits of hurtfulness and rage.