So.

A friend of a (virtual) friend of mine was found (really) dead in Ohio.

My friend’s daughter’s best friend, co-worker, and confidante, was a mommy to be, due imminently, a great mommy who loved her big (two year old) boy, and was excited about the future.

She had a wee teeny one in her belly when she was found, lifeless, and the man held in question is a cop, the (married) father of the big guy and the infant in utero.

The 2-year-old talked about mommy being in the rug; he’s a 2-year-old who wants his mommy back.

What does it matter to me, in Tacoma, that a woman in Ohio (and her unborn baby) is dead?  I have a wee one who is 5.  To imagine having been gone â€" capital G â€" when my baby was only 2, makes my heart stop. To know that my (virtual) friend is seriously suffering from this craziness, makes me sad.

To connect the dots, to remember how it feels to be a community in the eye of the media (Brame, That Mall Shooting) â€" the pain is real.

Weird, and really real.

And really sad.

Peace, out, North Canton. â€" Jessica Corey-Butler