This past Sunday a Riverside police officer was
shot and killed during a traffic stop and foot pursuit. I read the email on Monday and I must admit I got a little sad. The man was a veteran. He survived (presumable) Iraq only to be killed back at home. And as usual, he was young. A coworker of mine said he was only 26 years old.
I got another email today with an update on the case. They arrested the man who killed him, some punk who (again according to my coworker) had already committed a hit-and-run when the officer pulled him over. The email then proceeded to give details on the man's funeral. The date?...
Tuesday, November 16 2010 @ 10am.
My heart sank.
I know this sounds selfish but I don't like that it's on my birthday. While I'm out celebrating and enjoying my day others not too far from my apartment will be mourning the loss of their son/brother/cousin/friend.
Obviously bad things happen everyday but it sucks when you actually know of them. =(