I believe I had some kind of flashback today.

Many years ago, I was visiting friends and their little boy was killed when he ran onto the street. Worst day of my life. I have difficulty speaking of it to this day.

This morning in a mall parking lot, I heard a woman screaming. This wasn't kids fooling around, and I walked toward the screaming. A woman was screaming. I had heard those god awful screams only once before. I asked her what happened. "My son was murdered. My baby, my baby." She collapsed onto the pavement. A lady (who turns out is her grama) got out of a vehicle and told me she just told her granddaughter that her son had been killed. Soon 3 ladies passing by stopped and we tried console her, she was in agony. The grama decided to take her granddaughter to a hospital.
I went back to my car, shaking and the memory of that day rolling through my mind. Another god awful day.