Sometimes, there aren’t any words.
They were just children.
Even in this state of shock, raw as it is, I can see the need to reach out, connect, understand, grieve, vent…. all around us.
In the midst of seeing the horror on my sidebar today as I wrote,the feelings that kept coming back to me beyond that of absolute empathy, anger and sadness…were feelings of compassion for friends and colleagues who would relive this incident all day long while reporting the news.
For many of you the first reaction to that might be WTF? The MSM bites, corporate lackies, etc etc…. But if you trust me, go with me for a moment. Go with me to a place where many of you may not have gone.
As reporters, writers, editors, columnists.. bloggers…. and I speak for many while only really knowing the circumstances of a few, including myself…. there is far more that those in the business of news see, and hear, and absorb, than what most of us see every night on the news, or read in the daily papers.
For them, and on a less frequent level, for myself, there are suicides, murders, admissions, pictures, stories… lives born and lost, atrocities committed, and on days like today, events that have such a surreal impact that life as we know it stops for a bit because it is just too damn much to bear.
You, we, don’t always see what the rest of these news people see, or read, or hear, and when we do, we here at home have the option to turn it off, block it, go for a walk or move on.
They don’t. Sometimes, I don’t. You can’t un-see something when you’ve seen it, you can’t unread an email sent in the night, you can’t forget what you know once it’s been unleashed.
Now, I’ve been right there holding some of the medias feet to the fire along with others, but today, someone I really respect and admire had a full shift while this disaster unfolded. And at the end, his Facebook status was short and brief, but spoke volumes. I relayed my respect and admiration and urged him to go do whatever it was he does to release as much as he could.
Tonight, before I go to bed early,sick, literally -and tired of the insanity of the world we live in, I am still thinking about him and hoping he has a method of coping and of release. You won’t last long if you don’t.
That applies to each of us.
We can only do, what we can do.