Not just death, but murder

Today is the birthday of my former loyal student from my previous tutoring job. I was gonna greet him on facebook but being the stalker that I am, I scrolled down and saw posts like I'll miss you and you'll always be remembered instead of the expected "Happy Birthday!"

I was heartbroken. He was dead; no he was murdered. He was always one of my favorite students.

I tried to look for the reason for his murder but I can't seem to find it. I never really thought that murder, or even death would touch people that I somehow knew and liked. I always thought of it as a distant notion that only happen on news tv, not in my immediate environment, not to people I've made memories with, not with my students, not at all.

I was supposed to be his english tutor but instead, he was actually the one teaching me about finance and CSR. He didn't need an english tutor anyway, he just wanted to practice conversing with different people. He was always very nice to me.

Why do people murder? It's so sad. It only breeds hatred and sadness. What is this, I can't even...I cannot understand.

I wish that there is an internet in heaven or wherever he may be so that he could read all those messages and love that people are sending him. Rest in peace.