The worst part of being a parent
Tuesday, November 30th, 2004Another local kid died in a car accident over the weekend. He was involved in a lot of the same activities as my kids over the years, scouts, hockey- but he was older (20) so I didn’t know him personally, although his sister is in Andy’s class. I know his mom just in passing, enough to nod hello when we’d see each other. But it’s all close enough. I can’t stop crying. It’s the fear. This happens much too often, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
We promise them we’ll take care of them, make sure nothing happens, but in the end, we can’t keep those promises. As much as we want to, we simply can’t.