Compared to some reporters, I am usually pretty comfortable dealing with bereaved people. If individuals find satisfaction in having a chance to express their loss, I am glad to be there.
The moments can be illuminating and inspiring.
I personally find it a learning experience to observe how different personalities try to find peace and acceptance.
And then there is "this story".
The follow-ups to the shocking car crash that killed 8 people in Westchester.
Some families are public in their mourning, so far the Long Islanders who lost their loved ones are not.
So we reporters do our best to be respectful, while trying to "move the story forward."
It is a delicate dance, and sometimes not a pretty one.
As I stood at a police barricade watching people headed to pay their respects, I really wondered was I helping or hurting?
However, I was transported by one sight, three young girls selling sno-cones to raise money for the family of their dead playmates.
Ironically most of their customers were sweltering reporters.
I think most of us were never so happy to buy a snocone, to somehow in some tiny way be helpful.
While I always fear compounding somebody's grief, the site of those three little girls holding up signs and yelling "sno-cones" gave me hope in a situation that for so many is hopeless.
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