This week has been a tough week for me as a reporter. Tuesday evening we were called to the scene of a car/pedestrian accident. When we arrived at the corner of Rock and Douglas there were police and emergency workers everywhere. That's not that unusual, but what we saw next stopped my heart. A skateboard was stuck in the fender of a car and just above it was a huge dent. A skateboard meant a kid, and a car hitting a kid can never be good.
As we started gathering information, we learned from on-lookers the person hit was about 15, a boy who had just been to the skate shop at the mall. My heart sunk. Then teens started gathering on the scene trying to figure out if the boy was their friend.
A girl in her late teens walked up crying. She thought it may be her brother, but she didn't know. She talked to police and other people around. Then as the sun was setting, she and a group of teens were standing about 100 yards away. I heard a cry. As I turned, she collapsed to the ground wailing with grief.
It was simply heart wrenching. I had to turn away as I felt the pain from her cries. To lose someone that suddenly, it's too hard to even imagine.
Wednesday I was called to another crash. This one was a head-on collision. Six people were involved. One man died.
Thursday and Friday I worked on a story about an elementary school teacher who died suddenly. She was only 43.
My heart is so sad this week. As I go home from work every night I hug my kids so tightly. It's hard not to take it home.. You realize life is so short and it can be taken so quickly, in an instant.