Some would say what happened to us was the greatest human loss.
Some would say we won't ever come back from this.
Some would say it's too soon to keep going.
Most people can't really say anything.
Most people keep death in the back of their minds, not in their everyday thoughts and fears.
We hear stories of other people in far away places experiencing tragedies and we feel sorry for "them."
We don't expect to become "them."
We don't have children to watch them die.
Parents worry, they toil, they push, they observe and they love their children.
But with each child there comes a time when love is not enough to save them from themselves.
As a child myself of two very loving parents, I still look to them for help and solace.
I still ask them what they think of my decisions. I'm going to make the decision anyway, but without the comfort in my mother's voice or the strength in my father's gesture it really doesn't matter what I decide because having them a part of it matters.
So how does one come back from tragedy?
What do we do to make sense of life after death?
The more I think about, and with the days that go by I've come to the conclusion that we wait.
There's nothing more to do. The pain doesn't end, the confusion doesn't settle, the anger doesn't subside. But if we wait, maybe one day, long after the dust settles, we will be at peace with this tragedy and more importantly, at peace with ourselves.
