I was only four months old when my mother was shot to death during the Massacre. She was the one that clutched a rosary. I would like to reach out to anybody who was involved in it. My father has remarried and burries (understandably so) this terrible experience deep in his soul and I do not like to bring up this painful memory. However, I have so many questions, and so many hugs, and so many prayers, and so many words to offer to anyone and all that was involved.