Thinking about his kids hurts really bad

I’m his age, I have a 17-month-old son

The only meaningful difference between us is the ideas in our heads and the words in our mouths, and the instant that shot hit him he didn’t have those anymore

I strongly believe no kid deserves to lose their dad. No wife deserves to be a widow. And I’m starting to realize I believe no human person deserves death.

And it makes me furious that I can’t see a way anyone could have rid the world of the hateful and tangibly deadly ideas and words he had without also depriving it of the dad/husband/human person he should have been

His hatefulness cost lives, and it would have cost more, but it cost his too, and I feel like I’m being torn in half between celebrating the death of his hatred and mourning the violent death of another human