I will never understand the need nor desire to kill innocent people. This includes innocent people shopping at a market in Bagdad to the people today at Virginia Tech. There is no lower level of cruelty and cowardice to kill the unarmed and unsuspecting. I'm sitting here in Starbucks, among people with different lives and goals. I could never walk in with a gun or bomb in my back pack knowing that the end of their life's story would come at my hands.
Now, parents who may have been planning for graduation will have to be picking out coffins. We don't think about that a lot. The aftermath the families must endure after someone goes on a rampage like this. Among the colossal heartbreak and sadness, the mundane, sign here please, sitting across the desk of the funeral home director. The scheduling, picking out the last outfit, boxing up rooms, sorting through photographs, turning off cell phones, and canceling credit cards, going through Blackberries and address books to alert friends and family members, and months later, still getting mail and finding items belonging to the person who was ripped from your life without warning.
My heart goes out to the families of the victims of the Virginia Tech murders today, as it does every day when I hear of one person selfishly deciding to rip holes in the fabric of a society of people who just want to live life. The families, friends, coworkers and classmates will have to endure the silent, heavy echoes from the vaccuum created by one scumbag piece of shit.