5:25am East Coast time and it hit me in the heart. The sudden end of the life of someone. It replays the end of my mother’s life almost every time. Then the recycling of dates or anniversaries. As if that is anything to celebrate. I have to shift my focus. I have to shift the focus to celebrating the life and not celebrating the death of someone; or the how they died. There is no joy in that. There is no joy, to me, to say, well at least it was quick or at least they didn’t suffer or at least they’re at peace now. For whatever reason, if they had a choice, would they say that about themselves? I doubt it. I think about Drayke Hardman. A story so sad, so tragic, so shocking. It makes absolutely no sense and is wrapped in sadness and despair. We as human beings have to do better. Not just for us, but the kids, the grandparents. Social media isn’t just putting us against each other in some materialistic competition, it’s also putting us against ourselves in a completion of why not me? Why can’t I have that? Why doesn’t he or she talk to me? Why am I out of shape? It’s that daily reminder that maybe I’m not enough. I look down the road….2038…30 years of social media…are we a society who are totally unsocialized and our best friend is our phone? I pray to God we are more into our bodies and nature and our emotional intelligence. I can only hope.