It seems the news is filled with stories of teenagers and young children being killed in accidents, and sometimes on purpose. If these things happened in my youth, I was insulated from it. There was the boy in my class in high school who was killed in a car wreck over Thanksgiving. Another one in my sister’s class died in a wreck on prom night. So maybe I wasn’t so insulated after all. I remember being devastated by both deaths. Kids in high school are too young to die – or should be.
I was just looking at the news stories on Yahoo. Oh, no, there’s five teenagers killed in a fiery crash. I could not read it. I tried. I’m finding that to be true more and more as I age. It doesn’t matter if speed or alcohol were involved – they should still be alive. Or that’s my opinion. Two of them were sisters. I have three sons. To lose two at the time . . . it’s unthinkable. Inconsolable. I cannot imagine the grief.
I’ve been told I’m too emotional. I think as I age, it’s getting worse. Hearing about strangers being hurt, abandoned, killed . . . it’s too much.
There are few happy stories in the news. I am going to look at only those from now on. I cannot change what has happened. What was that old saying that the TV newscasters used? When you hear it, it’s news; when you read about it, it’s history.
It’s too much. Baby found in a sewer pipe in China. That was another sad story I read yesterday and scanned today.
Where is the beauty? Maybe that’s why older women like flowers and plant them and tend to them. It’s a way to put a little beauty back into the world.