We go to bed early around here, and sometimes, we miss some news announcements. This happened last night, as well. I woke up to Facebook postings of great joy and celebration over the death of a man we considered a terrorist in this country for many years.
I find it hard to be ‘excited’ or ‘happy’ that Osama Bin Laden is dead. Instead, I’m troubled. No matter how horrible of a person he was, I feel for his family. Someone out there loved him, cared for him, made him his favorite breakfast when he was a child. They passed him sweets under the table or played practical jokes on him. He was just a man. Undoubtedly, he helped make some pretty horrible things happen, but I can’t say I’m glad he’s dead. I feel sorrow for everything that has happened in and around our world because of his ideals. I take no joy in his passing, though.