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» Wednesday, February 04, 2004Absent Support
It's happened again. A few nights ago a group of hormonal teenagers were out at night, speeding in a car. There was a collision and minutes later almost all of them were dead. What a waste.
Again, after the accident, "grief counselors" were sent to the school.
What is it today with "grief counselors" having to be sent to schools after accidents or acts of violence? We had grief counselors when I was a kid, but they were called "parents." If something utterly horrible happened you could run home and bury yourself in Mom's arms, or go snuggle up to Daddy, whatever your age, and they'd talk to you and stroke your head and try to explain that sometimes life is hard.
If for some reason Mom or Dad weren't accessable, there was always a godparent, a best friend's mother, an aunt or a cousin--heck, even one of the neighbors or your teacher.
What goes on today? I think it's very sad that children have to run to strangers when they have a problem instead of their parents. This is part of the job of being a parent--and if you didn't want to do it, why did you have a child at all?