I think I've written before about how I have a love/hate relationship with my empathy. I love being happy when other people are happy but when sadness is around me, I tend to take it on as if it is my own.
I learned last night that a friend of my sister's family was shot and killed while in the line of duty. This man's daughter used to babysit my niece. He leaves behind a wife and three beautiful daughters. The more I thought about this last night after learning the news, the more I became cloaked in sadness.
I tried going to sleep but I couldn't shut my eyes. I kept thinking how impossible it must be for that family to get any sleep of their own. How it might be better to stay away so they can divert their thoughts when they turn dark. Sleeping means your mind roams and wanders without your control and when dealing with the loss of a husband and father, I just can't imagine sleep comes easily.
I cried on the way to work thinking about the family waking up this morning, hoping it was a nightmare, only to be faced with the bitter reality of their lives. The sadness enveloped me and my heart broke into a million more pieces.
I feel sad for this family and I hope that each day they are able to be comforted by happy memories. My thoughts are with you, Capoot Family.
Love each other daily. Feel empathy often. It might not always feel good but it reminds you that life is fragile and unexpected events occur.