Now, to proceed...
|Alex Frye in an undated photo|
from Casper Star Tribune
“He was just too upset to go into school, for whatever reason — the kids were picking on him yesterday, or things like that,” Bill Frye said. “He didn’t want to go back to that.”His stepsister is convinced bullying is to blame for his death:
“One-hundred percent in my mind, no doubt, this was sparked by bullying,” she said. “He got along great with his dad. He got along great with our mom. He had so much going on in his life that wouldn’t have turned him to do something.”From my own experience, when a child is that age, a problem like bullying dominates their thoughts and produces phenomenal amounts of stress. Yet, the very introversion that makes a child a target for bullying is also what can make the magnitude of the problem more difficult to detect.
The Trib.com editorial was brief, but pulled no punches.
It's the witnessing of body language, which women are a little more in tune with, that reveals truth, if one pays attention. I don't blame people for their incontinent ignorance, as it is a cultural malady. The end to bullying may be had at the hands of parenting education, parents in general being the least educated faction of our infantile culture, descendant from the more civilized days when our precedents lived in the tribe and people were more important than their employed jobs, which constituted civilization, now in its ignored demise, like yesterday.Whatever the ultimate cause, Cheyenne lost one of its best and brightest young lights over New Year's. Alex was "an old school gentleman" in a kid's body. He was a young railfan who engendered such trust that a Wisconsin train crew let him drive their locomotive after only 15-20 minutes of conversation. Given how much time he spent at the rail yards in Cheyenne, it's probable that many or most of the Union Pacific employees knew him on sight. Such a death leaves so many questions and very few answers.
While educating parents, whatever that may involve, may be helpful in preventing future tragedies, the temptation to criticize in hindsight and speak out of anger at the situation, i.e. "Why didn't they ...?", the loss of any child is one that requires discretion. Pet solutions and causes can and will be discussed by those outside the situation, but it would be wise for most to consider, "What if it were my child at the mortuary?" Such fixes and solutions might not be so helpful for parents struggling to come to grips with an empty bed, an empty chair at the table, or a silent model railroad layout. May God give them--and all involved--comfort and peace that transcends understanding in such a difficult time.
A tip of the cap to Jeff Ford for sharing this story.