I saw a list of the victims yesterday and breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't anyone I know personally. Then felt horribly guilty about being relieved.
I know exactly what you mean. My daughter and son-in-law went that same night to the same movie - I felt so guilty over my first thought of how thankful I was that the gunman wasn't in their state.
Found out later a more distant family member had also gone to that movie - at a cinema just 20 minutes from the shooting.
I have to admit, I've shed a few tears over all of it, my heart aches for the families of the victims. The randomness and senselessness just makes it so very scary, as well.