tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906349739814240782.post5271926833157144990..comments2014-01-16T05:34:35.872-08:00Comments on If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.: May 4thanne mancinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08020711868764662709noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906349739814240782.post-45331823871556626342008-05-18T17:30:00.000-07:002008-05-18T17:30:00.000-07:00It was very moving, going to campus with you this ...It was very moving, going to campus with you this May 4. I watched as you left flowers from our back yard at the spot in the parking lot where Allison died. You moved on wordlessly, leaving more flowers where the lives of Jeff, Bill, and Sandy ended that beautiful Spring day almost 40 years ago. <BR/><BR/>It seemed incomprehensible, as it does every year, that students were shot to death right where we stood. Other people saw your silent gesture. "Was she there", they wondered? "Did she see it?" <I>"Did she know them?"</I><BR/><BR/>The answer: No. But, in a sense, yes. She knew people just like them; she <I>was</I> just like them. She knew warm days like them, knew anger like them. She knows it might have been her. It might have been anyone, and next time it could be someone you love. <BR/><BR/>So we mark the day, we remember. If people remember, it won't happen again. Will it?Benhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07232444223492532562noreply@blogger.com