So … I am sitting on the back patio in Princeton, Texas, with my sister and we’re chatting about the loss we have suffered and how our minds have been taken away from our usual “routine.”
“I realize I don’t miss the news,” Liz said. Which made me nod in agreement. We fancy ourselves as news junkies. Hey, I spent a career seeking to keep pace with breaking news. My sis has pursued other career paths, but her interest is deep as well.
I usually spend a good bit of time watching TV news channels and scouring various Internet sites for the news of the day.
However, our minds and hearts have been pulled away by grief over the passing of my bride, Kathy Anne.
But as I ponder the observation about “not missing the news,” I am struck by how little all these national and world events mean to me. Indeed, at this moment, they mean nothing at all.
The developing presidential campaign in 2024? The Ukraine War? Congress’s efforts to get organized? Debt ceiling?
Honest to goodness, I truly don’t care — at this moment — about any damn bit of it!
Will it change? Yeah. Sure it will. It’s just going to take some time.
For now, I’ve got more important — and deeply personal — matters filling my noggin and my heart. And none of it has a thing to do with that thing called “the news.”