It makes me angry. My son did not die in vain. And I don't believe that her son died in vain either.

We can be exasperated, and certainly are, but that doesn't reflect on determination to carry out the mission.

I love seeing his face.

He got up and headed, he was going to go to the computer, and I said, 'No, it's not the computer. I could see the big brass buttons reflecting light (through the front door). That's a sight I'll never forget. There's something inside of me that still says to this day, if we just hadn't opened the door.

The expression in her eyes was an expression that Byron had described to us as the look of hope. I couldn't stop myself from hugging her.

We seem to have a whole lot in common as women, and as mothers, so that's pretty interesting.