With the details of the deaths of the Benoit family steadily coming to light, my stomach churns, and I shutter what to think and make of the situation. It hurts to see and hear all of that, and that leaves me with so many mixed feelings. It's to the point that I really don't want to think about it any longer because I want to remember Chris Benoit as the great man that I knew of him to be. But it's hard. So very hard.
But what has transpired is more than just a blemish. I don't think I even want to continue to think of a more fitting term.
I am perplexed. I am sad. I am feeling so many things that I just don't know how to describe it all. Maybe I'm just numb.