Shame on you, ... How many more of other people's children are you willing to sacrifice?

Every day is a new sense of tearing my heart out of my body again when I see other children who have been killed, and I know what their families are going through.

I loved and protected my own children like a fierce mama bear, but one of them died anyway. It was a dark day when I realized that part of my responsibility in Casey's death was that I did not love all the children of the world in that same real, not abstract, way.

The people who are slamming me have no idea about what it feels like to unjustly have a child killed in an insane war.