Thank you Illiad, for yesterdays and today's comics.
I mourn with those who mourn, for the lives ended and forever changed...
My best friends parents are dead. In a way, they were my parents, too. They died because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They never knew they were going to be grandparents for the first time. And their grandson/daughter will never know these wonderful people, except through stories from us.
I keep remembering all the wonderful things they did for me and everyone around them. I want to scream at someone, anyone, and ask why? I want to stand face to face with the people, even the children, who jumped for joy and laughed when they heard of this tragedy, and ask them what did these people, any of them, do to you that you feel the need to celebrate their deaths and the manner it was accomplished? I want them to know the people whose deaths they are cheering. I want to show them the many hours of service and sacrifice this couple gave to help make this world, this whole world, a better place. The countless times they gave to world relief organizations, the way they organized and gathered and donated and made sure that those who needed help got it. They did all they could to help others, and wished they could do more. Now they can't.
I want to tell the people who feel we deserved this, that the next time you need help and don't get it, it may well be because two days ago, someone murdered the people who would have sent you that help. And you laughed when they died.
But I also want them to know I don't hate them. I won't blame the innocent/unknowing for the wrongful deeds of others. I want justice, oh how I want justice, but not at the expense of other innocent lives. Those of us who are left behind will try to continue the work my friend's parents started. I can only hope that we can do as well as they did, and that way, they will not have died for nothing.
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