It's strange how it can really get to you to see a person has died, although you didn't know him or her at all. I saw an article in the paper once, about a girl who was murdered, and it had a picture of that girl. It was a pretty young blonde girl, aged about 17 or so. And suddenly, I can't explain why, I felt so enormously sorry for that poor girl in the picture. I wanted to say to her: "I don't know who you were, or what kind of person you were, but I'm so sorry for what happened to you. I wish that somehow, I could make it all better."
It's strange. I've seen many more articles about dead people, but for some reason, that picture really got to me. I don't know why. Sometimes the cause can be something so trivial. It's like Tee says: "I'll never forget your legs and your sneakers."