I'm heartbroken today. Another senseless mass shooting and this one hits home. It happened at Florida State University, my son and daughter-in-law's alma mater. 

Over the five years my boy lived in Tallahassee, we made many trips, four and half to five hours up.... four and a half to five hours back. Some were overnight trips, most were day trips to bring him home. One was an emergency dash to get him before Hurricane Michael hit. 

All of the trips were happy occasions... football games, concerts, or just to visit. We took shelter there during Hurricane Irma.... that was quite an experience sharing a house with four college kids and we had a blast.

It's a beautiful campus. 

Today's shooting casts a shadow that will linger for a while. 

For as long as homo sapiens have existed, we've been at each other's throats. Every generation since the start of this nation has had its share of strife: the Revolution, the Civil War, two World Wars, Korea, Vietnam, and the Cold War. The Middle East drew us further in with 9/11, and on top of all that we have to deal with a string of mass shootings going back 30+ years. The term "going postal" originated as a result of a string of shootings by disgruntled postal workers. 

There's no end in sight because no matter what your political views, religion, sex, race, gender, orientation or any other of the thousands of labels we insist on dividing ourselves with, humans refuse to learn to get along. 

Our system is broken, programs like education and mental health are cast aside in favor of a pissing match between political parties and world leaders. The Grand Poobahs of damn near every country only seem to care about the issues that line their pockets or make them look good. 

Average Joe and Average Jane only seem to care about how many likes and views they get on social media. Our phones and tablets have become our security blankets. Whatever happened to knowing who your neighbors are?

It will take a while to get to the bottom of why this happened. If past incidents give any hints, it's probably related to mental  health issues. 

Coping with life can be hard. We've all dealt with adversity. 

I have no solution. All I have is a deep sadness for the FSU community.

Nole Nation is strong. Pride is tangible at the first pounding hit of the drums when the war chant is played. FSU will weather this tragedy and come out stronger. 

I have to believe that.