As we grow up we slowly get introduced to death. We have aunts and uncles die. Pets die. We slowly get used to the inevitability of death. We get to a point where when someone around us dies we know how to mentally process things a bit.
Most of us don’t have a file folder for someone getting killed.
Echos of the past come back.
All we can hope for is closure and peace for those who are gone.
I truly wish I didn’t have to create that mental folder for this. I wish no one had to.