This may get a bit metaphysical on you but so be it.
There was a murder at the Cameron Village shopping center this morning, when a man shot a woman before turning the gun on himself hours later. I followed the story as it unfolded because our family spends a lot of time at that shopping center.
This evening, I stopped by the Cameron Village Harris Teeter to pick up some food for a meeting I was going to. I was in a good mood this evening and was cranking the music in the car, singing at the top of my lungs. As I drove down Daniels Street where the murder occurred, I observed people eating on the patio at the nearby restaurants and a lone TV reporter doing one more remote. People appeared to be going about their business. To the naked eye all seemed well.
Even so, as I drove past the scene of the murder, I suddenly felt enveloped in a wave of sadness. It was very specific to that area and caught me completely off guard. I could feel the anguish that played out only hours before at that spot.
Later tonight, I thought about that feeling I got in the parking lot again. Thinking about the two lost souls adrift out there is sad to me: two people who could not work out their problems, and one who had no choice in the matter. I hope both of the dead find peace and that their now-orphaned children may heal from this as well. It’s all very sad.