Former Pakistani Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto has been assassinated during a rally in Rawalpindi. She was shot by a motorcyclist who then blew himself up. Current reports estimate that 20 others were killed in the explosion.
Politics has been the death of that family; her father, ex Prime Minister Zulfikar Ali Bhutto was hanged in 1979, and both of her brothers, Shahnawaz and Murtaza, were politically active before they died (one death was suspicious, one outright murder).
The murder of the main opposition politician puts the elections scheduled on January 8 at risk, just when the military president has become a civilian. A nation with a troubled history of democracy, two simmering wars on its borders, a growing pressure toward religious extremism, and a nuclear arsenal now has to find some measure of unity.
Meanwhile, a mother has lost her third child and a sister her last sibling. A husband is flying to the province of Sindh to bury his wife, and three children have lost their mother. In the midst of this public tragedy (in the classical sense of the term), they must be experiencing an intense and private grief.
Where, as they say, do we go from here?