Despite my best efforts to control the sad, bad, and unfair's of the world we live in, there is no ignoring the most recent in this small town, in which my family lives. Life has so much good, great, and miracles, but when a family suffers a loss, as tragic and unexpected as a family in our town has, there is no denying there is just so so so so much bad.
This family's story, is not my story to tell, but that doesn't make my heart any less heavy or my soul from feeling sorrowful.
I could go on about how I've looked at my kids more closely the last few days, hugged them tighter, and had more patience. I could rant on about grabbing life by the balls, appreciating those you have more, and the necessity of efforts needed in making more time. Pretend I know how to handle this level of heartbreak, knowing I am not strong enough myself. Sugar coat it all, with phrases like 'a bigger purpose' or 'everything happens for a reason'. Suggest growing stronger from it is inevitable or mention how time heals all wounds.
I would not dare so easily dismiss this pain of theirs.
What I will do, is grieve for this family's loss. I will see the good in our days, focus on the greatness within each, and embrace the miracles in them, as much now as I always have. While continuing to keep my head turned, until the world, undoubtably, will once again, force me to look at all of its sad, bad, and unfair.