That's awful. Really, it hits you somewhere that rarely gets touched.
I think it is the part of you that presides over the cold, hard realities of life. The part that doesn't like to admit they exist, because really, thinking about them will drive you to the brink yourself.
I feel bad for everyone involved. Everyone who lost a husband, father, son, uncle. It's not easy. It never gets easier, either.
If you've been there and back you know what I mean.
You'd think that God wouldn't be so hard
When you see all the little children running, running in the backyard
-Joe Strummer