Feeling barraged by all this bad news. One horror story after another. Devastating. Penetrating. Consuming. Engulfing. Pick the word – it’s all too much at the same time.
Seven kids in one family dying in a house fire; a plane purposefully set into a downward spiral, crashing into jagged mountains, killing everyone onboard; fire explosion in Manhattan and discovery of bodies under the rubble; a distant family relation dies suddenly on the tennis court of a heart attack at age 37.
All so sudden. Life extinguished . People eating, sleeping, playing, traveling – and then gone!
It’s hard to take in all this bad stuff. And this is all on the heels of my own mother’s death. Yes, she had a ‘good’ death, not like these tragic stories. But still… endings and sadness are heavy. The weight constricts your chest.
When you keep on hearing one story after another, it’s boom, boom, boom, another slam and pounding into the heart of pain. Strangers, but yet people. All of us. And we realize our vulnerability. There but by the grace of G-d go I.
The horrors of life are horrendous.
I’m not up to saying what we do with all this. I’m simply up to feeling it, breathing into it and trying to bear witness to the reality of it all, of this life: its awesomeness- yes, its unpredictability, its horrendousness; the fact that it and we hang by a string, and that we all live moment to moment.
We all have shock absorbers. …