Last evening's spectacular, blood-red sunset and even this morning's glorious sunrise are not enough to obliterate the sorrow I feel for Kurt Husted's family. It is unspeakable that a Loomis armored car guard was murdered and so many other people simultaneously traumatized. I did not know him, but he had been one of my daughter's classmates at Lincoln. It doesn't matter whether I ever knew him or never knew him.
It is beyond my ability to comprehend how not just one individual, but two, three, four individuals (I cannot bring myself to call them 'people') found each other, got together, hatched a plan that they all bought in on, and apparently decided was a good idea or perhaps a quick fix for all of their problems.
All that I know for certain is:
They took his life
They've thrown away their own
All of it was for nothing
All of their lives completely wasted, squandered
And nothing is left in their wake but heartache.