Yesterday, two West Memphis police officers and their two murderers lost their lives. My heart goes out to the people they left behind. My mind goes to the officers, their people, and the last times their lives touched them.  I don’t know why, but when I hear of people losing their lives unexpectedly, I find myself gripped by things like the day’s sunset and other beauties these people would have experienced.   On the way home yesterday, I had to pull over and reflect on their lives, mine, the dear things in life, and the sunset capping the day.