Thursday, October 13, 2011


I heard on the news this evening that a father and five of his adopted/foster children were killed in a horrific crash out on the eastern plains of Colorado. Five other children were seriously injured. I don't know these people and the chances of ever knowing any of them are infinitessimally small but this hit me hard. I cried.

I have a YouTube video of baby moose playing in a backyard sprinkler while their imposing momma watches over them. It's a sweet video. I cried the first time I watched it and again this evening.

I dug out my copy of Old Yeller because it's on Emily's book list for 5th grade. How am I ever going to get through this book with her? I cried every single time I read it between grades 3 and 6. Every time.

Maybe it's time to invest in Kleenex because I don't think I'll ever quit crying at the sappy things, the sad stories, or the loss of innocence and life.

1 comment:

  1. I just got a call from a very good friend of mine who had to put his beloved English Setter down due to an abdominal mass. He couldn't be saved and he was suffering. I cried when he hung up. The first time I saw Duke he looked goofy. He looked goofy 10 years later. He was a goofy dog but one of the best and good natured dogs I ever met. I still have tears.

    You have the crash on the news, we have the salon shootings. Different but still the random loss of life. If she didn't go into the salon to get her hair done, if he hadn't have parked his car across from the entrance when he went to eat at the cafe, and then walked out when the shooter did, it makes you want to shake your fist at God and say WHY?

    I can't watch Old Yeller. I sob and sob. The Kodak commercials used to make me cry.

    We can share our box of Kleenex.