Dear Leigh,
Crazy.
I live in a bubble, so I hadn't heard of VT's plan to offer families and victims money. The idea is highly disturbing to me, because it suggests that a) both parties feel that money can somehow make the grief less or that b) the school is being blamed for what was a lamentable tragedy but not really the sole fault of any one person or institution.
It's especially bothersome considering the one year mark is coming up in a few weeks and, I feel, one of the last things we should be doing is placing/accepting blame or thinking that somehow reparations or deep and labyrinthine investigation will erase the basic grief.
The whole idea makes me a little squeamish. I can't say for sure, of course, but if I were in your place the offer Stew made would make me feel very strange, almost as though I'd benefit if he were lost in the line of duty. The money would inevitably be stained, and I wouldn't be able to keep it. Charity would be the only way to go.
I know that what Tech is offering is partly to help with medical bills and so forth, but something about it still doesn't feel quite right. It would seem similarly stained; the thought of putting a number on exactly how much the loss of a loved one is worth is repulsive.
Going back to the whole Kate-lives-in-a-bubble thing: I worry about the media this year. Articles and issues relating to the 16th have, I gather, been fairly consistent over the past year and experienced a spike after the Southern Illinois incident, so I expect a similar village of news vans to be camped out by our alumni center this year. I fear them more now, though, because I've had time to wonder and realize that I have almost no idea how I'm going to react to it all. Last year we sat numbly watching the news for hours, switching from program to program hoping there'd be more information (but what more could we really know?), then finally turning on something completely unrelated. It wasn't real enough yet, for me, to react strongly in a conscious way. This time...I don't know.
Part of me wants them to leave us alone (what business is it of anyone else's anyway?), and part of me wants them here so that I can feel as much as possible what it was like last time. Very strange. And mom and dad will be so far away...