I wasn't upset or sad this evening but I was looking through old Facebook pictures this evening. I noticed that about a year ago I put up a picture of Trayvon Martin a year ago tomorrow. Usually on the eve of "events of note" I would expect to see "A year ago...." stories. Some how I missed it, here, here, here, here and here. I guess I've been overwhelmed with all the other murders.
I watch the morning news, even I have become a bit numb to news about shootings, murders, and all around violence. But, I'm still reminded that who ever has died overnight was someone's son, daughter, cousin, brother, sister, neighbor, dear friend, or even just an acquaintance. And for each person who's died - there is a mother who grieves.