Tonight, like many nights, I got on facebook for the millionth time to read the very first post on my feed. "RIP Green.." I was stunned, shocked, flabbergasted; how could this be, why another one? It's not even February yet and we already have a death of a "young" person. It never matters to me how they died, be it car accident, overdose, suicide, murder, I don't care, it still stuns me every time. My heart breaks, not only for them, but for their families and loved ones alike.
After hearing this news, I ran to the one person that I have found lately to be my confidant. I should have known better. He was a cop, so to me that means he has no feelings about things like this whatsoever. Stereotype, yes, but it still holds true. (They beat those things out of you when you're in the academy anyway.) What he continued to tell me stunned me, but that just may be from my raging hormones right now.
I got to thinking about it too, because there have also been people who had died who I didn't know, I didn't really mourn their death, I was just around for friends who needed comforting. So, is that what a "big city" feels like. Hearing about deaths but not caring? I mean, we do care when we hear someone dies, or at least I do. So I don't understand what living in a small town has to do with anything.
While showering, I started to think about all the people in the last 5 years that I have known that have died. I won't post names out of respect for those who have passed and their families. There was one classmate of mine, that I graduated with. There were two from the class above me, not including the one from the fire. A fire killed 10; which should be 11 since the trauma made the one survivor miscarriage. We had a car accident kill 3. We had a mother die in front of her kids. Two people murdered. A murder of two kids and the suicide of the murderer. Three suicides. One unknown. That is just off the top of my head; I'm sure if I got to thinking, I could think of more. That number, which is 27, is RIDICULOUS. That number should NEVER happen.. Ever. Small town or not. Crazy. Absolutely crazy. After thinking and adding that number up, I have no other words.
Just think about that. Then tell me Brockway isn't a black cloud.