Trying to Move On

I walked by the apartment where he was found today. I probably should have brought flowers. I'm still distraught. Like many others, I don't know why his death resonates and upsets me so much. Maybe because he's one of the few people from "my generation" to have such an untimely death. I can only imagine what my parents went through when they found out about JFK, John Lennon, etc. He definitely had a kind face and seemed like an all around good guy. I think that's what was so hard about it. Michelle looked like a nice, down to earth person as well, and of course his daughter.. eesh. It's just still shocking. I guess that's life and certainly makes me thankful for my health and of course, the gift of life. It seems like these last two years, I've been witness to many very surprising and untimely deaths. Of course all deaths are untimely. But my coworker, my sister's friend, another girl from her school who drowned. It's hard to make sense of things. But perhaps we need these sad times to emphasis the good. Like maybe they are a sacrifice- as horrible as that sounds, but that their deaths may take us in a new direction. Put our problems in perspective. Realize the importance of family, of love. And maybe change us. As a collective group. As individuals. I don't know.