Every Sunday I turn to the section in the LA Times that has the obituraries of the soldiers who died during the week in Iraq. I read them. I tell my husband about them. I think about the parents, spouse, children, siblings and friends of those killed. And my heart aches for them.

But I cannot know how they feel. I have never lost a child or a spouse or a parent or a sibling. Neither has GW. He cannot know how they feel either.

I wish, as he continues to send the youth of this country off to a senseless war, he would stop saying that he knows how the families feel.

And Pam....I always knew you would come around...