Thursday, April 19, 2007
They say he had a hit list in High school.
They say he was told by a doctor that he was a danger to himself and society.
Now, The media is showing his videos, even CNN is going to give us a guided tour of his dorm room.
If this isn't glorifying a killer, what is?
This is exactly what he wanted..
I think we should let the people of VT heal..
It is fascinating, and sickening.
I know we want to know, but so soon ? They haven't had all the funerals yet.
This is so hard to see. I know we've seen it before, and I know we will probably see it again.... but I will never understand or get used to pure evil!.
I'm sorry to be so dark. This is just a dark week.
Tomorrow is an anniversary of Columbine.
People, hug your family & friends..Love them with all of your heart.
and May God give us strength...
Bunches and Bunches of hugs....Stephanie
UNDER PAST CLOUDS
By Patrick N. Kramer
The clouds of yesterday now do form.
They do not bring back to me a terrible storm.
Just past memories brought in their shadow.
Memories of those days I once did know.
Some of which, were happy, and others sad.
Bits and pieces of a life I once had.
Bits and pieces of memories on which to live!
A life lived that, to me God did give.
A life in which many a thing I have done.
Bits and pieces of my past they are every one
They are the memories, the clouds do over shadow.
Memories of things that, only I shall forever know.
Memories of days gone by as those clouds draw near.
Past days upon which, I remember how I shed a tear.
Days when I laughed until I did cry!
Memories only over shadowed by days gone by.
Days of which, my memories the Lord does share.
For now only he and I do know what I did there.
There under those clouds my memories will always be.
There in that cloud shrouded world of mystery.
A world in which, I once did truly live.
A world of memories I pray the Lord will forgive.
For God knows where I truly was back in those days.
God also knows I regret many things in many ways.
So it is that with bits and pieces of my life I do live.
Remembering those cloud shrouded days God did give.
Days I know my clouds, I truly did earn.
Days upon which, God taught me to learn.
Learn I have, of what God desires that I know.
His paths I should walk upon and always go.