Kevin and I were driving to the hospital to visit my grandmother when we heard about it on the radio. Took them five minutes or so of talking about what was to us a nameless tragedy before someone finally spat out what had gone on. Being me, I didn't even know the shuttle existed.
It's seven people. I didn't know them. I've never met them.
I'm supposed to be mourning... why?
People die daily, unexpectedly, never getting a chance to say goodbye to loved ones.
Those people were doing their jobs. They knew full well the risks involved, and they accepted them. That does not make them heroes, that makes them reasonable people.
It took me three days before I was hissing at 9-11 newscasts, because I was so sick of hearing about it. It took me three minutes before I started changing the station when the radio kept talking about the Colombia explosion. Not because I don't consider it a not-good thing, but because for christ sakes, there's no news. "We'll keep you posted with further developments". What further developments? Planning on running out and catching all the falling debris? Shuttle go boom, people died, end of story. Let the investigators figure out what happened and quit telling us the same 30-second sound bite biographies of the seven people every five minutes. Get back to us when they know what happened, until then, let it be.
Personally, it sounded like the media was just SO GLAD to have something else to report on since they're starting to run low on 9/11 aftermath and stuff that doesn't sound like political satire that they're all leaping at the chance to babble about something else...