It doesn’t matter how many fires you go to as a reporter, it doesn’t matter how many deaths you write about, each one affects you.
I remember the faces of the people I’ve written about posthumously. I still feel the emotion.
And yesterday was no different. I went to a fire in Shamokin, where a young girl died. It was wrenching to think that she was just 13-years-old.
But you still have a job to do and information to get out.
Part of my job yesterday was to take photos, and here’s some of them.