Today, brothers and sisters from a fire department hundreds of miles miles away are healing from the carnage that they witnessed yesterday, one that will likely be the worst MVA that they have or ever will see again. They will try to reconcile how innocents can die such a horrible death and they will hope that at least a few of the victims died instantly, sparing them from moments of agony before the end.
Those same brothers and sisters will marvel at the efforts a parent will go to in an attempt to save their offspring from peril and they will will grieve, knowing the emotional devastation that the parents must be feeling as their efforts were in vain.
Today, brothers and sisters much closer to home are grieving, knowing that one who cared for them is likely going through the toughest time in his life. Those same brothers and sisters will ponder the cruelty of it all and will question whether it was karma, fate, divine intervention or merely a random event that caused so much pain and strife.
The cruelty of it sickens me.
Heal fast Tio Atrozo, our thoughts and prayers are with you.