Why, Why, Why?

Today I received more bad news. Another former close friend, Dave, committed suicide last night. He was the fiance of my friend Natalie who was shot to death by police on August 8 (see below).

Dave not only lost the love of his life, but was in jail, arrested on suspicion of the attempted murder of Natalie's ex-husband, John. Having known Natalie and Dave as well as I did, I can't believe them guilty of attempted murder.

It had to have been an attempt to reach an amicable agreement with John, gone wrong. I can't get it through my head that two people I knew, cared about, and whose intelligence I so respected could have been guilty of anything more than bad judgment. You simply don't take a loaded gun into a potentially volatile situation. That, indeed, was dumb. But I can understand that Natalie, from past experience, may have been afraid of John and naively thought a gun would prevent further violence on his part.

With Dave gone, we'll never know what did and didn't happen and what Natalie and Dave's true motives were in visiting John with a loaded gun. They were both kind and brilliant people. I can't believe they would have purposely attempted such an evil thing as John's murder--no matter how abusive he'd been to Natalie--and in such a stupid manner. It makes no sense.

Could Dave not accept the thought of life without Natalie one minute more? That's the only explanation that makes any sense. Unfortunately, now there's no one left to clear their names.

This is the third friend I've lost to violent death in a month. I'm reeling and don't know what to make of all this tragedy that's surrounded me, lately.

Integral to all three tragedies was a truly awful person: my neighbor's ex-wife and Natalie's ex-husband. Why do the cruel and evil among us manage to continue on and wreck havoc within their midst, and the kind and good ones perish? I don't get it. I certainly hope karma is alive and well!

I have so much that needs doing today but can't even manage to get dressed, much less be productive.

Why, oh why do things like this happen?