Yesterday in Montreal, a family buried their 17 year old daughter. She died. She was killed. She was murdered. Here is one of the good ones. From what I have heard, she knew about a co-worker who was stealing money. She told her supervisors. They fired him. They did not lay any charges for his theft, they just got rid of him, gave him a chance if you ask me. Out of revenge, he murdered her. Now she has lost her life, and he will spend his in jail. Don't you think simply losing your job at the gas bar, getting off easy was a good deal? What a loser. Meanwhile, I am driving the kids home from preschool, I can barely see the raod through the tears while listening to the news report from her funeral.
Last friday, in a suburb right next to mine, a young 34 year old mother was taking a walk with her 18 month old daughter, pushing her in the stroller. They were slammed by a vehicle, they flew 10 metres into the air, landed in someone's driveway. The next day that young mother of two died from her injuries. The child and driver are fine (physically). Due to someone driving just a little too fast around a corner, now a 5 month old baby girl, an 18 month old toddler, a young husband, her sisters, parents, grandparents have suffred great loss. The family is completely devastated. Every time I think of it I feel either sick to my stomach or cry. I mostly cry. The children will be alright, but I think of her husband, the father to those precious girls. Incomprehensible.
I am sorry to be a downer. I do believe ever since I became pregnant, then a parent, events like these hit me so much harder then ever before. Not that I wasn't compassionate before, but I can literally feel the physical pain of such tragedy and loss. Is this common with other new parents?
This week I have found myself ignoring my menial chores ever more so than usual. For what? To simply look at my kids. In fact I have played with them so much more than usual I have been told to go away. So I watch them. Usually I take such opportunities to run around like a headless chicken trying to at least half accomplish something. Not these days. So yes, there are dust bunnies procreating at exponential speeds and laundry piling high. I'll get to it, really I will, maybe tomorrow, or maybe I'd rather do 3 hours of playdough.