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.