Growing up in suburbia it almost seems as if we life inside a safe bubble that is impermeable to all means. In our protected bubble, it seems that nothing can go wrong. We continue to live our lives as if we are invincible, but that’s just a cruel illusion.
We hear about tragedies and horrible occurrences that happen around our nation, and we think how lucky we are. We acknowledge that these acts exist, but we never think that it will happen to us or someone that we know. And until it does, we truly do not understand what it feels like to be a victim to life’s unfair ways.
In June 2011, I saw something posted on Facebook. Someone who I went to camp with had gone missing. Three years later, she is still missing. We see on the news stories about children who are lost or who have been abducted, but it hits you differently when it has happened to someone that you know or know of.
This morning, that feeling of loss returned to me once again. A former classmate of mine tragically lost his life last night, and the circumstances are still under investigation. I am not one to hypothesis what happened, so if you are looking for that, this is not the blog for you. I personally did not know him. After middle school, he went to private school, but that doesn’t mean that this loss does not mean anything to me or anyone who just knew of him like me.
A death is still a death, there is no other way to put it. Never in a million years did I think that a former classmate of mine would be the victim of such a travesty. There’s no other way to put it.
We think we live in a protective bubble, and sometimes, it is easier to get through the day thinking that. Tragedies like this put life in perspective. We aren’t guaranteed anything, and life can be unfair and cruel. We need to live each day to the fullest and tell our friends and families that we love them.