When you see the news reports about “Local teen dies in car accident” usually you spare a brief thought for that anonymous family, but you don’t think about it very hard. You don’t think hard about the family that is left in pieces because it is not anyone you know. It is “local teen” and it does not affect you. It is not a hole in the fabric of your life. Then one day, you find out that “local teen” was someone known to you, the child of a friend, a classmate, something. God forbid, family. And it affects you. It becomes a tangible hole, a tragedy that is unfolding in front of you and you can’t avoid it.
One of my daughter’s good friends died last night in a car accident. He was more than just a local teen. He was somebody’s son, brother, grandson, cousin, friend. He mattered to a lot of people, he was loved and cherished and wanted. He had his whole life ahead of him, a bright shiny future. It is too big. The hole left behind is too big. It is senseless and a waste and it is too big for words. That family is altered, forever and nothing will ever mend it. We are not supposed to bury our children. This is forever and there’s no going back.
His poor family. I can’t imagine. I feel so bad for them.