The death of Nelson Mandela has been announced. Sometimes though, I wish the news stations would not try and speak for 'all of us' in their sweeping statements of "the whole world will be in mourning at the death of Nelson Mandela, or the whole of Britain has been affected by this, that or the other" etc.
Such events are truly sad and if you are unlucky to be the ones caught up in it, devastating. I admit, while the news reports were on, I felt sad but as great a man as Mandela was, I didn't know him, he didn't know me or mine and I am not devastated. I do note his passing and wonder what effect (good or bad) it might have on those who considered him "Father of a nation". I wonder if his legacy of a non-violent way of changing thinking will survive him, I really hope so. South Africa appears to be a better country for it.
I don't know whether feeling this way is how you get as you start to get older or not. Maybe the older you get, you have seen 'it all' and nothing really amazes or fazes you unless it is personal. The great, the good and salt of the earth people come and go, friends and family likewise.
When we are out on our walks, we discuss all manner of things, both good and positively bad. We dissect them, say what we think about it (both good and bad) and move on. Maybe it is some kind of invisible protective shield that surrounds our thinking in such circumstances, helping us move through troubled and sad times. Who knows.
I was, oddly enough, affected by Princess Diana's death, not so much because of the hoo hah on the news and the outpouring of grief but in a more personal way, memories of the death of my own mother when I was a child, re-surfaced and caught me unaware's. I don't think I had really mourned her, I certainly did that day.
We are such diverse and strange people, aren't we?