I don’t like rejoicing when someone dies, particularly when we (have to or not) kill him…or they kill themselves.
This is not a political or ethical statement. I just feel sad.
Sad that we couldn’t work it out. Sad that the path our moccasins tread were so different we couldn’t communicate or that the damage was too deep to ever be undone.
I can’t help but think we could be doing so much better than this.