I havn't entierly gotten my brain around what I returned from Octoberfest to discover on Sunday. We rolled in around 8 to Tulio & Kihose's place, where their mother told Vago and I that the shooting had happened. As soon as I got home after we sorted gear, I called home.

I got my younger brother (who was about to leave to go back to Steven's Point, where he goes to college). He was, Unnaturally quiet. Even for him, and he's typicaly pretty quiet. He agreed to tell our Mother to call me back, that was about it. He was also happy that I was leaving the dog for a bit longer (Not Unusual. The only reason I won the custody battle for the ex-family dog was his leaving for college).

When she called me back, I got a shock. One of the Vitcims, Bradley, was not just someone I knew in passing, but someone dear to our family. My bother Craig and him were good friends. I used to babysit him and his two brothers (Really, it was refreeing the two older ones and playing gaurdian to the youngest).

My heart went out to them all, and the next day I visisted Bradley's Mother Diane and the two surviving brothers when we went into town to get the Ladrador.

Even after all of this, I'm still not sure about much of my emotion about it. I know it hurts. I know it's strange that he'll never show up to watch Wrestling with Vago& Craig anymore...

The only thing I think I really know so far is some of what I'll miss, and that nothing has properly sunk in yet.