When tragedy happens, the first thing that we think about is, "I hope it's not someone I know." Or "I'm glad it's not you." but it did happen to someone.
I want to know them.
I do not want to see the killer's face on TV.
People!! That is what he wanted....to be famous!
He wanted us to know his name!
And that's how it works....name one person from the Murrah Building bombing.
Name one from the Twin Towers....or Flight 93.
You can't....If you are out here on the fringes like me.
If you are directly touched by one those tragedies you can....you see their faces....and what a great person they were....and you miss them dearly.
But out here on the fringes we know "9/11", or "Hurricane Katrina"....not one certain face...not the innocent victim or flood victim.....though I do see that fireman carrying that baby out of the Murrah Building and I remember another man.
He was a police officer that was overwhelmed by the events of the day, he stopped what he was doing and leaned over a SUV and covered his face....I have always wondered about him. I have always wanted to give him a hug.
He needed one at that moment.
My brain is full crap! And none of this makes any sense........I think I just want to go crawl under my bed....and cry.
Is there really a safe place??
I need an email from one more person and I think I'll be back to my normal frivolous self.
And then again maybe not....