Those who died...

his hand held his beloved's: one big strong arm next to a small lifeless one.
the father's face was down, streaming with tears.
you need not know their life stories to know these:
how much he loved him,
how much he meant to him
how painful it was for the father to lose his son.

taken from selin's blog who took it from NY times...

the number of people who died, injured or missing simply warns us to think deeply about our own lives once more...and the lives of others...

sadly, I don't feel sad...I know I should be...20 thousands plus people dies...many are injured or missing...of course we all should be sad...but I'm not...that sad...
it's not that I feel that they deserve it or anything...gosh, I don't want anyone to die...but, maybe this sense of detachment is really strong...so strong that I don't feel for these people anymore...while usually I would...
while people are dying out there...I'm here, feeling nothing...
the death of human sympathy...that's sad...
I hope there aren't many people like me...
meanwhile, I'll practise to feel again...

ps: I'm here ok...but they are not...