I have a pounding headache. My SUV is filled with boxes that are destined for our new home. When we get the house keys, I will be lugging boxes, unpacking boxes, driving too many miles, and longing for some much-needed sleep. I feel grumpy, irritable and a bit out of sorts.
Exactly. So. Big Deal.
The newscasts yesterday told us all of an airplane crash where dozens were killed, including a young couple just married and on their way to a honeymoon. Others are dying every day in Afghanistan and Iraq. People are starving to death in Africa and elsewhere. Children are abused everywhere. There are many, many, very real problems in the world, and they are not going away.
I have read some blog posts recently here and here by a couple who lost their daughter under dreadful circumstances. They are struggling with the loss. That last sentence I wrote seems like such a silly statement to me. How can someone 'struggle' with a loss of such magnitude? How can anyone stay sane under such circumstances? How can they not collapse under the 'why's' that must pound away relentlessly inside their brains?
I don't know. My parents lost several children, three brothers of mine, all before I was born. I never knew my brothers, but their loss filled me with a fury that I couldn't begin to describe adequately. How did my parents cope with the loss?
My heart goes out to our new friends, now linked in my sidebar, and to everyone else, everywhere, who suffers in this way.