Today I found out that someone who went to high school with my brother (and some other friends of mine) was killed in a snowmobile accident last night.
He was from a money family; married his high school sweetheart; had two boys. Charmed life, or so it seemed. His wife is pretty nice, and I'm sure that after twenty years with someone, it's going to be a difficult transition to raising children alone.
This is the same fella who, while I was walking down the street listening to my ultra cool walk-man tape of the Cars at seventeen, thought I couldn't hear him while he was yelling "Whore! Slut! Bitch!" at me. The apology came a couple days later, after my then boyfriend spoke with him and let him know that was unacceptable and would hold dire consequences should it happen again.
Should I feel bad that I don't feel anything? Empathy for her; sadness for the kids. And there it ends. My thoughts are with his family.