You know, one of the hardest things to come to terms with is the fact that the world just keeps rolling on, after a tragedy. And it was a tragedy, on so many levels. Children lost their mother. Siblings lost their sister. I lost my greatest friend. The world lost a person with that rarest of qualities, grace. But on it goes.
That really bothered me in the early days. I wanted fire. I wanted wailing. I wanted apocalypse.
I wanted the world to recognize its loss - my loss.
But there is too much loss, and that's not the world's job. I took the picture above today, on a break. That's the world doing its job.
Look up. You'll see what I mean.