I don’t suppose one can rank deaths, but Tamir’s probably hurts me the most. I can’t imagine losing a child at all, but then in such a crazy and senseless way, and with no admission of guilt from the perpetrators? Horrible. And every time they cart off another one of those white terrorists from another mass murder without so much as a scratch, it must rip the wounds open again. I’m glad that his mom is at least able to create some meaning from it; I hope it provides some healing.