knowing a newsmaker

I work in television news. We often cover stories of stabbings, murder, robbery, scandals, fraud, and much worse (horrifyingly worse). We occasionally cover stories of great hope or perseverance...of everyday heroes and unsung superstars. This week we find ourselves covering one of our own...someone I work with and respect, and really like (an awful lot!) His son is missing somewhere off the coast of Florida, after a boat capsized in rough weather...3 men are still missing. One man was found and rescued, and is expected to be o.k. We are covering the story with heavy hearts. As every hour ticks by, we know that likelihood of survival is becoming less possible. My heart hurts for my friend, a father who loves his missing son. I can pray for him as a friend, but feel such outrage as a parent...such anger---as a I understand that every parents' worst nightmare is that of losing a child. I am praying, hoping for a miracle...and bitter at what a hollow word "news" is.