Can't do it

So the past week I've realized AGAIN, I can't fix everything for everybody, no matter how much I want to.
I want my children to live perfect, happy adult lives. But of course, I can't fix their problems. They are adults. They have to fix their own problems.
I can't help my husband with his job or his church calling. I can't even help my sisters with their problems.
Today I went to an accident on Interstate 15. Did I mention I'm a reporter? Crime/cops is my beat, so I cover accidents. It was horrific.
Just one car. One car. One split second of drowsy driving and a 22-year-old woman's life may have ended or may have changed. Her actions may have also changed the lives of those who saw the accident, as well as her family members and her friends.
I went home because the freeway was too packed to get back to the office. So was Main Street through Clearfield. So I took a detour and headed to my house. I walked in and I really wanted to hug my 22-year-old daughter.
She said she didn't feel well, so I didn't hug her. I wish now I did. So what if I get the stomach flu? What if that was her pool of blood on the pavement? What if the troopers were snapping photos of her skid marks across three lanes of travel? What if ....
So today I will hug more.
I'm not much of a hugger. Anyone who knows me, knows I don't hug often or much. It's because of the abuse I lived through as a teenager. I'm much better at hugging than I was 20 years ago. I know I can be better at it.
It was my daughter, who turns 30 next month, who told me when she was a teenager I needed to hug more.
Always a daughter who shows me the way.
So I can't fix things all the time, but I try. I'll just keep trying.