I just have to say that I am heart-broken for Magazine Man and his family. So much to happen to one family in so little time- such great joy followed by the shock of such a tragedy. I can't tell you how many times I have thought about them today.
This got me to thinking about how strange it is to be a part of the blog world, whether as a reader or a writer (or both). There are some blogs I read and I feel so connected to the person writing it- whether as someone living a life similar to mine (engaged in their 20s), or someone with the same interests, or just good people. Magazine Man is different because the quality of his writing just sucks me in to his life and his family. When I read about his heroic Blaze rescue I CRIED. And then I was trying to tell someone else about it and guess what? Couldn't do it because I CRIED AGAIN! His is the first blog I ever regularly read.
I know that this probably sounds silly because it is so obvious, but to feel so connected to someone whose name I don't even know is such a strange concept to me. It isn't like reading a book or watching a movie, it is personal, it happens in real time. These are not fictional characters. I feel their ups and downs and wish that I could give them hugs in bad times and laugh along with them in the good times. I never thought about how personal blogging is. Not in the sense of someone finding my blog and, gasp, DISCOVERING MY SECRET IDENTITY (like I work hard to keep it a secret, I have really chilled out about that). But the reverse, when a terrible thing happens to a complete stranger and I feel like it has happened to my best friend. And the weirdest thing is that I can't say to my non-blogging friends, "Holy shit, can you believe what has happened to Magazine Man?" because they don't understand how it all works.