The first was an unfortunate accident, the second an unfortunate circumstance.
Each death somehow invaded my normally tepid and still pond of existence. Their announcements left me cold and my waters troubled.
I don’t mean to trivialize the other deaths which have impacted my life.
My uncle took his own life, dear friends gone too soon and the inevitable loss of grand parents.
Each left a life-sized crater in my heart.
But on the outside of the womb of family, there are satellite deaths that occur with some regularity, enough, in fact, to disrupt our normal orbit.