Yesterday was the Scientist's fiftieth birthday, and in the morning I posted a bubbly little blurb about that. I must have been one of the few people in the U.S. who somehow managed not to read or hear any news all day long. When the Scientist came home last night and we were getting ready to go out for his birthday dinner, he mentioned Virginia Tech and I had no idea what he was talking about. I ran and read the news and deleted my perky little post. Big birthday or not, it seemed inappropriate.
Thinking of all the grieving parents last night, I also wondered how many parents had wept with relief after getting a phone call from their child, or even seeing their child interviewed on television. Is there something strange about mid-April, usually such a beautiful, hopeful time of year? Waco, Columbine, now this.
The Scientist did have a good birthday, and having reached the half-century mark, is feeling suitably venerable and august. But from now on, April 16 will be remembered as a day of terror and grief. Please join me in including the families of Virginia Tech in your prayers.