Last week, a campgroup flooded that killed 20 people, most of which were children. I read news stories and read some blog posts, but stories like this, I have a hard time following. The news is too devastating for me. It is a fine line between wanting to know what happened and becoming emotionally involved.
It is almost too hard for me to look at pictures. I can imagine what it feels like to be waiting to hear news, and just the thought of it takes my breath away. I wrote a short blip on facebook about the disaster. A girlfriend, who has a new baby, said that being a mom really changes things.
And it does.
I don't think disasters like this would have hurt so much or made me go completely silent before I was a parent. I was speaking with some congressional representatives who had been on site today, they were visibly shaken just by being there. I have friends from work who have helped out. It hurts and everyone wants to help, but there is really nothing anyone can do.
The part that is so hard to get my head around is how random and weird it was. People have been camping there for decades and nothing like this had happened before. These people were just doing what millions of us do on the weekends, spending time outside with their families.
But, it doesn't help to look for answers. The best I can do is hug on those babies as much as I can because everyday is truely a gift.
2 comments:
I hear you! These stories are so hard to wrap my head around. I can't even imagine the pain and loss for the families of the victims. I gave my kiddos some extra hugs and kisses all week!
Anneke was having a hurl-herself-on the floor tantrum and I was so grateful to have her there throwing a fit. I'm thinking of everyone in Arkansas right now.
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