Praying for my Neighbors at Ft. Hood

Horrible! After making sure that the few people that I know who had spouses/children on base were all okay, my pain turned towards the families of the soldiers that died. I know that pain too well. I will never forget the day that I received the call from my mom to tell me that my uncle and one of my cousins had been shot and killed during a church service outside of Milwaukee. My uncle was the pastor and was shot in the back of the head. He died in the helicopter on the way to the hospital. My cousin died instantly. My aunt was in critical condition for a long time. The funerals were held 2 months later once she had recovered. That is a pain that just never goes away and I know my mom will never fully recover from losing her youngest brother in such a senseless way. Seeing her pain is unbearable at times. In one way it was good that the gunman ended up killing himself, so my aunt and my family didn't have to go through a trial. But there is no way now that we will ever know why he did it. So I have mixed feelings that the gunman at Ft. Hood was still alive. I pray for all those killed, those who were shot and survived, those who witnessed it, and the families of everyone involved. I go to bed tonight with a very heavy heart...