Guest post by friend and coworker Roberta Redfern, a city desk editor at The Blade newspaper:
As both a mother of a little one and a journalist at a daily newspaper, sometimes I have to separate.
Sometimes it doesn't work. There was a drowning of a 2-year-old boy this week -- a tragic, tragic accident -- and I can't seem to scratch the images out of my brain.
Of that poor family. Of the lowest point in that grandfather's life and how he wants to take it all back; have a do-over for what is most likely the worst day of his God-given life. Of that sweet little boy’s face pictured in the obituary that came way too soon.
How my dad would feel if this happened to him. “Papa” watches my son almost every day. He would be forgiven, for his pain, I imagine, would be torture enough.
Sometimes, when I drive home from work I feel the stressors of the day leaving me, but for this one, I haven't driven far enough yet.
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