Orlando could have just as easily happened to any of the gay men I know, or their friends, or anyone who has set foot in an establishment that caters to the LGBT community.
Minnisota could have just as easily happened to any of my Black friends. It could have happened to the guy who throws the awesome parties, or that guy I went to college with, or the family I lived with for a year, or the guy who taught me appreciate comics, or the guy I talk to when I'm blowing off steam about one particular individual.
Dallas could have been the one of the off duty cops at Netherworld. It could have been the best man at my wedding.
I hate using these people as examples to make a point. I hate that the point has to be made. Someone will blame guns, and someone will blame BLM or "The Police" as if either group operated under a single hivemind. There will be rhetoric and vitirol, hyperbole and rage. There will be wing nut theories and "solutions" proposed by armchair pundits and people who became experts by watching CNN and Fox News. There will be problems we don't talk about.
I just want everyone to remember that the dead were people. They had families and loved ones. They had passions and frustrations. They didn't leave the house and expect to not come back.