And to be perfectly blunt, I don't really care that much for the people who got killed. Of course I'd have preferred for it not to happen, but if I cared for every time some random (to me - I didn't know a single one of those people) died, I'd never be happy.
Since this has happened TODAY, hundreds of kids have died in Africa. Hundreds of people have been hit by cars. Hundreds have died from disease or illness. Many from wars, even. What makes these people any different from the Americans that were killed? But nobody's preaching to me to think about them all the time.
I used to have such a wild view in life... until I lost my own brother.
When someone so close to you departs, even if you know it's destiny.... it is still human to become sad.