Mr. Moto I’m sure many of us have done the same thing. I know I have before. You just sometimes forget that there are human beings in that wreckage somewhere and that they are family or friend to someone. I’ve never been good with words but really I understand what you are saying.
Weird Al has a song that has always put me in mind of situations like that. I’ve always taken it as a tongue in check type song. Lyrics here . I think people are desensitised to some things in the world because we are all so busy sometimes thinking of others really takes second place at times. I’m not sure if I’m coming off well trying to explain this.
Over the past view years even when I have gotten that pang of “holy crap what’s the hold up get it cleaned up and let us all move on” I say a little prayer for whomever was involved and that all are safe. I do this with passing ambulances as well.
My sister-in-law posted a reply to the article Annie linked to. It’s a hard read because of the spelling and gramar issues. I’m the last to say something about spelling since I am one of the most creative spellers on the board, but it actually hurt my eyes a bit to read it.
I think I might post something myself about Scott. I’m just curious though that if the police haven’t released information or names are family members allowed to? And the article says there were witnesses, will his wife get a copy of the police report and will it have their names so maybe she can contact them and thank them for their efforts to help?
My husband thought that last question was a strange question but I told him that if I were in her situation I would like to talk to the witnesses and thank them and ask for anything they might be able to tell her. Did he talk to them, any final words, how alert was he?
One of those things I was talking about. The not knowing kind of makes you fill in the blanks and sometimes it’s not pretty. Some of you remember when my son was hit by a car 8 years ago (yes it’s been that long) and I wasn’t there to witness it and still there are times when I wake up crying because my dreaming mind has filled in those blanks. But my friend who was on the scene says the scene was bad and I should be thankful I didn’t see it because what he saw messes with him at times. I’m not really sure what is worse, knowing and seeing or not knowing and imagining.
My son has been staying with his aunt and cousin this weekend because he loves them for one thing and Josh is basically a class clown kind of kid. One of those spontaineous kids that you just can’t help but cheer up around. I figured it would be good for his aunt and cousin to have him around and close.
I’m sure I’ve mentioned a few of these things before, but I just kind of ramble and get jumbled when I talk about this.
The boys haven’t really cried cried over it yet but I know Friday is going to be intense. It’s going to hit them hard and fast and I’m just hoping that I will be able to be strong enough to help the mourn.