This job is hard. It can be ruthless, full of criticism and it can make you question your morals.
In the past couple of weeks we've reported so many deaths. Not of old people who had fulfilled their life's purpose, but of young people who it seems were cruelly snatched away from the families and friends that love them.
It's those stories I hate the most.
They're hard to write, hard to edit and hard to air.
And if you know the person involved, that makes it all the worse.
We're responsible for telling people's stories, but it sucks that all too often the people whose stories we're telling are no longer in this world.
People will call you a vulture, taking advantage of others' grief just for the sake of a story. But we don't enjoy it. No one wants to be put on death duty. Knocking on the door of a grieving mother/wife/daughter is one of the hardest things any reporter has to do. Invading on their time of mourning isn't something we want to do. It's something we have to do.
And in the end we try to piece together the voices of those who were left behind to tell the story of their lost loved one.
Make no bones about it, this job is tough in that respect.
