On the other hand, there's little "ending" here beyond his life. And about that, I recall the days, weeks, and months after the attacks -- the pain, the visceral anger, the thirst for revenge. If they had taken him out in 2002 or 2003 I might have been among the people out in the streets shouting "USA! USA!"
But I'm all out of anger and outrage. His death is good, no doubt about that. But so much has happened. So much tragedy. So many more innocents killed. Is this justice? Even without all that, does the death of one man counterbalance 3,000? And taken together -- the thousands of American soldiers and countless tens of thousands of innocent Iraqis and others -- it doesn't feel much like justice.
Or closure. Not as long as our obligations in that part of the world seem forever open-ended.
I'm glad he's dead. It just feels like a door closing. A small door to a small room.