I kept myself busy today. Whenever it pops into my mind, my eyes still sting, & I have this irrepressible urge to cry. I keep having this oddly crude image in my mind, & it must have been constructed from the details my mom told me. I mean, I didn't even see it anywhere. It shouldn't have been burnt into my mind.

If I'm still in shock about it, imagine the pain his parents must feel.

I realise...Earth doesn't stop spinning, people don't stop living, & the world doesn't grieve.

Life goes on.

But life must have stopped for his parents.

I can almost feel the pain.