Saturday: Me Today
I had a pretty good birthday on Thursday, and the day ended on a high note, with friends and dinner. But all day Thursday, and still tonight, I still find myself thinking about Tim McLean and the horrible end to his life late Wednesday night near Portage La Prairie, MB.
I don't get into trying to insert myself into someone else's grief, and I have no known connection to Tim or his family and friends, but there's something about all this that doesn't go away easily.
It's certainly the horrifying circumstances of his death, the entirely random nature of it (which is chilling, no matter how rare), the loss of a young man who was just barely an adult.
I don't want to write a post here that tries to wrap it all up in some trite statement about how fleeting life is, how valuable, etc. I might think some of those things are true, but they don't neatly resolve a tragedy; sometimes, they smother it.
Thursday morning, I sent a twitter saying this incident was one of the saddest and most horrifying I'd ever heard about. Someone read about it and wrote back, "I know you warned me but that story almost ruined my day."
Well, it should.
