My mother called me last night to ask me if I spent any time in Lane Bryant during the day.

Uh… no…? Why…?

Oh.

A gunman killed 5 women and injured 1, in a Lane Bryant in Tinley Park, Illinois. One of the women killed was a store clerk and the others were shoppers.

My mother heard that Tinley Park was a Chicago suburb, and was worried that it might be near where I live. Actually, it’s at least 60 miles from our house.

I heard about the story briefly on the television before she called and hadn’t even thought twice about it. I didn’t stop to think that my mother might hear the story and be worried.

This made me think about how jaded I have become regarding violence and murder. I read about it in the paper every day and don’t think twice about it.

How awful is that? I feel like I am so over-exposed to sensational news stories that when I hear/read a real one, I don’t have a true reaction to it.

The more I think about this story, the more awful I feel about it. I can’t imagine the horror of doing something that is part of your routine – shopping, working, dining – and having something like this happen.

The sad part is that the killer is still on the loose, and even if they do catch him, it won’t bring these people back.