Can You Be Pro-Life and Own Guns?

I was in elementary school when I had my first personal experience with gun violence. My younger sister and I had gone out to meet our mother in the garage when she got home from work. She was crying. "David is dead," she told us. David was my friend's stepfather. He had big eyes and a gentle soul and he was always kind to me. He had a big black mustache and drove a Pontiac Fiero, which always fascinated me because the engine is in the back of the car. David was a Vietnam vet. My mother explained to me after my sister went to sleep that night that David had shot himself in his bathroom.