And somewhere else another family is grieving because their son shot this man. Maybe there were signs. Maybe there weren't. All that matters right now is that another family is torn apart.
I eat my dairy-free chocolate ice cream, but do not taste it because my throat is filled with anger and sadness and confusion and my eyes are glassy and I want to grab everyone I love and just hide and hide forever.
A father of two. Dead. Someone's son. Dead.
Dead. Dead. Dead.
Goodbye, William Klug. I hope there is a God and I hope your family believes in this God or any God. I hope and eat my ice cream, but something just doesn't taste right.