Have we forgotten?

Friday the 13th has, by some, been marked as a day of bad luck. Superstitions sometimes are associated with the date. This most recent Friday the 13th came with horrific news that afternoon as I was running errands with my two sons.
We were driving thru some neighborhoods on our way to do some errands. My car radio was on, as it often is, and I heard the radio announcement about this mass murder being reported from Paris, France. I looked at my clock and it was just past 230pm. I looked over at my teenager and then at my younger son in the row behind me. I immediately thought back to a time when I was getting into my vehicle, pregnant with the teenager who sat next to me, as I listened to a nearly speechless radio announcer report the planes which had crashed into the twin towers.
Terrorists. Extremists. A small group of radicals with an agenda of terror and death.
I was not in New York, Pennsylvania or DC when "9-11" happened. I have never stepped foot on its soil. I did not know anyone whose life was lost in these attacks. But it affected me. I remember holding my belly and wondering why and how I could bring a child into this world with such terror going on in this world.
Fast forward 14 years. I have 6 children I am trying to raise in this God forsaken world. I was fast reminded a few days ago of both my luck and my blessings to be raising my family here but I do not feel safe. I am in fear of this group of radicals who speak of my country on their lips.
I purposely do not watch the news on television or listen to radio news programs. I shifted my attention in other directions several years ago and for many reasons. I have not been able to escape much of the news the last few days, however. I turned to settle into my late night routine of snuggling into bed and going thru my dvr to watch some of my programs and quickly found how they were replaced with coverage of the mass murders that took place in Paris. I watched a few and deleted many other recordings.
The other coverage I have seen about Paris has been Facebook. Several of my friends have opted to change their profile pictures so that France's flag's colors cover them. I saw this as a step towards solidarity and support from former coworkers, classmates, neighbors, relatives and friends. It made me feel as though we knew what the French people have now experienced. Our country knows what it feels like to be violated, raped, terrorized, and live in fear because of the actions of people who had an agenda they followed through on.
But changing a photo.......is it enough? I have seen many not mention or open discussion about it. Do we remember?  Have we forgotten? My news feed is covered in football posts and the occasional good wishes and prayers for an injured football player, but what about what just happened?? I am in shock. I am frustrated. I don't know what to do or say about the lack of reaction. Do we care? Do we really care? In one news report, they mentioned the NFL pledging to crack down further on security in upcoming games. These terrorists attacked innocent concert attendants and people frequenting cafes. It is the first attack in the West and it could happen to us here. In a 50,000 capacity stadium where fans gather to watch a game. That should be enough to pray for our brothers and sisters around the world, for prayers that these extremists be captured, and that evil will not prevail.
God be with us. God comfort us. God save us.