At the barn, tending some calves. Got called to the house, and watched news until milking time. Back to the news after milking.
I well remember how it affected everyone, especially the folks of my parents' generation. It was a personal loss, a very deep grief for the older folks; I thought of JFK's death, and how it hit everyone during the 9/11 attacks, when I went through the emotions of that. Maybe it's not a very good comparison for most, but it was for me.
Somehow, events like these two gets into the deepest parts of us, makes us aware of our own mortality, and causes us to question so many things ... and then there's this spark, this little ... something ... that just rips your heart out. With JFK, it was John-John saluting his father's coffin. With 9/11, for me, it was the faces of the firefighters, that "look" that seemed to say "we're not coming out of this one."