So I'll tell you this instead: A student died at my university- suddenly, probably of an undiagnosed heart problem, as young heathy people sometimes do. I don't know what happened because I cannot bear to even read about it. There was an EMT right there and they couldn't save this child. Someone's precious baby is gone.
There's an old psychology book called 'The Denial of Death' about how much we cannot bear to confront mortality. For me, it's since having children: I cannot bear to read about or see or hear of violence towards, or death of, children.
What are you not thinking about this week?