[neogodless]

When I was much younger, my mom worked for a wealthy small business owner. Her job involved overnight supervision of pregnant horses; the foals were very valuable, and the owners of the sires were paid handsomely. Anyway, sometimes I would go along for a sleep over, enjoy the adventure of being away from home, play some pinball. Whatever.

Anyway, one day (as an adult) I met the owner, shook his hand. No big deal. But the very next day I was driving along and saw black smoke, and found out later that it was coming from a helicopter crash, and one of the victims was the man I had met and shook hands with a day earlier.

It was really eerie, and of course had a relatively direct affect on our lives, not just mentally / emotionally, but ultimately the stable changed ownership and my mom ended up having to get a different job.

If there's a point, sometimes crashes (and deaths) don't matter to us, personally (even if they matter to plenty of other people), and sometimes they do. You definitely notice the ones that matter to you personally, or are just on a larger scale than is normal.