32 (last count) killed on Virginia Tech campus

I really don't know anymore than the next person. I woke up this morning and was inundated with calls and emails, some text messages. As far as I know, they were mostly students - my friends and I have long since graduated. But that's the question that keeps bouncing around in my head - did you know anyone hurt? Which really means, do you know anyone who was killed? And I don't, and I understand the question because if so, today instead of writing a post about it, I'd be curled up in a little ball of hopelessness. Or flying down the highway to a hospital or to get ready for a funeral. And I am so, so grateful that I'm not. But - the horrible, terrible thing that that question begs is, who did know someone? What parent is curled in a little ball right now, knowing her college-student-baby was killed, in cold blood, this morning? Or perhaps as bad, is on the phone frantically calling one of the hospitals, one of the administrative offices, crossing his fingers, saying a silent prayer that please, just please if it's not my kid, I'll do anything. Or grabbing her keys and running for the car, just to be there, just to see his eighteen year old face for herself. I am, like most people in other states or areas, desensitized to what happened. Because I'm not there, because I'm not hurt, because no one I know is dead, who wasn't already, this morning. But I just keep thinking that everyone has a family. Everyone was sure they were safe when they crawled out of bed this morning and brushed their teeth. That is what I just can't stop thinking about.