I don't know, maybe its just me, I have been called cold hearted many a times, but when my mother died, in 92', she was hit by a car and crushed...they actually had to lift the car off her body. I happened upon the scene where she was killed and saw the Mustang and the punk kid that did it; since I was driving home on the same road and it happened just a few blocks away from our house. I didn't know that it was were my mother had just been killed nor that before me stood her killer...I found out later.
As horrible as the death was, as devastated as I and my family were and are still deeply affected by her loss. I do not in any way shape or form feel that anyone is disrespecting her in any way if they ask me the details. I feel it is my duty to let others know. If it keeps her in conversation, she is then still a little alive, relevant and not forgotten, doesn't matter if they asked me the following day or now. I don't seek out people to tell, but it does feel that when I do discuss it I think of her, remember her...its a good thing. Though it saddens me when I tell the story, and I usually dream of her that night, it never crosses my mind that, "oh they just want something to discuss at the bar....or they dont care... or they are gore fans".....no, and to be honest I don't care even if that is the case....bothers me none. People always ask, how did she die if you dont mind me asking....no I dont mind, ask away, you didnt do it, and nothing will bring her back....if they improve that intersection and give homage to her...it would be a great thing and she would be very happy, because that is the type of person that she was, she loved life but was not afraid of death. I think at the very least C.R. was the same in that regard.
Ill shad-ap now......sorry.