Tonight I will leave my porch lights on in honor and memory of the fallen miners in yesterdays tragedy in West Virginia. Last count was 25 perished, 21 injured and 4 still lost. Both of my Grandfathers were miners as well as my Father for short time and all of my uncles on both sides and many many cousins. It's a shame to me in this day and time men must go into a black pit of hell just to earn a living and not know if they will come home. Some of our family has lost their lives in the mines and only by the grace of God many more didn't. There were other injuries that lasted long after the mines. One Grandfather had all 8 fingers cut off both of his hands by a coal car whose line had broke. He used to tell us a bear ate them off...even without those fingers that he complained in later years ached...he gave the best hugs. He past away years later...mostly of black lung. I can remember being a little girl and having water ready for my uncles to wash up in when they came home...their faces so black with coal dust you almost didnt know who they were. Coal miners are a special breed...and their families need your prayers at this time. To those who lost their lives yesterday, to those who have lost their lives before...and to those who will go back in there...we love you, we so respect you and above all we pray for you.