Yes, I've been a little bummed this weekend.
I recently blogged about a nine-year-old boy in my county dying in a terrible accident at the orchard his family owns. I don't really "know" the family, but I've bought apples at their market. That tragedy is still haunting me.
Children shouldn't die.
Saturday morning, I learned by way of Facebook that a local boy died in a horrific automobile accident, a nineteen-year-old who just graduated this past spring. I won't share his name because I don't want Google bringing people to my blog. See, I don't know enough about the guy to say anything about him.
Once again, this is not someone I knew personally. His mother has taught in our local school, though, for several years. In fact, she taught one of my granddaughters last year. It's a small school, so something like this affects the students in a big way.
The young man didn't do anything out of the ordinary for kids his age: He went to a party, he drank, and then he headed home without bothering to fasten his seat belt. I have a hunch that most of our kids have done the same thing at one time or another. I'd be willing to bet that both of mine did.
I'm reminded that it's just pure luck if anybody's children make it to adulthood. I realize, once again, that life isn't fair.
I grieve with the family of this boy who will never get to live life as an adult.