it was devastating

It is a strange to feel solace in the wickedness of reality. A young man, a boy, on the cusp of life and adulthood - all those things held dear by our society - dies in an uneventful car crash. He had such a sweet disposition, he came such a long way, played the saxophone, had a troubling home life and overcame stereotypes and prejudices... all that can be said is that it was just so devastating, for everyone.
These are the things that make the most sense in life though. These are the the events that are not calculated by money or by media. Death doesn't choose a fancy method, or a timely appearance, no showy display. It is what it is. That's it. Not much choice. Everywhere else you look there is choice, we are gluttons for choices, options. Indulge in life and do it all, have it all, settle for nothing less than the best, climb a mountain, stake a claim, be a leader!, challenge yourself, rise to the top and don't be a slug... keep trying, don't give up, and then... do you miss it all trying... ?

"There were times we had it all..."