So last night, right after hearing the news that wrestler Chris Benoit, his wife, and young song had died, I put up a quick R.I.P. post. I hadn't watched wrestling for a few years, but when I did, I was definitely a Benoit fan. If you watched the guy wrestle even just a few times, you couldn't not be a fan.
A few hours later, right before bed, I read that the deaths were possibly a murder-suicide situation. I took the post down, just in case the worst was true.
Well, the worst does indeed look to be true, and I'm having a hard time processing it all. Not just because I'm having a hard time reconciling the person I cheered on with the person who could do something like this (though that's a factor, sure), but because I can't imagine as a parent, a husband, and a human being who could do something like this to their own family.
I certainly can't wish someone who could do such a thing any sort of eternal rest, much less a peaceful one.