Come Back Safe

I just got the news.  So many dead up in Michigan, it chills my bones, and I'm reminded of my own loss.  My own friends.  My heart hurts.  I can feel the pain of all they knew, all those that loved them, and know that pain.  I want to cry.  I haven't cried since before the fall.  Not really cried.  I need to cry.  I want those we sent up to come back safe.  I realize I've gotten close to Will.  Consider him a friend even.  I need them to come back safe.  All of them.  I'm sick with death.  I'm so very sick with death.  You would think with it constantly surrounding us, we would be used to it by now, but I am sick with it.  I feel for Jack's people.  I wish I could be there, comforting, helping in some way.  Damn me for being a selfish bastard.