Payne I can’t stop the tears. Not today, not tomorrow and not next week. Someday, maybe, when the pain, grief and emptiness subside. The first ones fell last Sunday morning as I pressed play on a voice message from a Ukrainian journalist, Nieman fellowship classmate and beloved friend. Her voice shattered with terror and grief as she explained that our friends, journalists Brent Renaud and Juan Arredondo, had been shot while riding in a car through a checkpoint in Irpin, a suburb of Kyiv.