A Tragedy I Fear

It's twice amount of grief because 2 brothers died in an accident. While I am saddened by the news and even more upset when I saw the mother's reaction upon the accident site, it made me reflect. What was I doing then when a tragedy, just a street down, happened? I remember telling my friend that I would pray for the boy, but I ended up watching Desperate Housewives. When the news came that both were confirmed dead, I was stressing out on my report. To be honest, I was sad for only a mere second before slamming my fingers down onto my keyboard, typing out my report. 

It's funny how it happened a street down, 2 young lives were taken, and I was more worried about my grades. My life was intact at that moment, I nod, sympathise, offer a prayer up to God, but then I'll just move on with my life. It won't even take a minute actually for all the above mention to take place. But on the other side of the street, a grieving mother and father lives had shattered. Fractured. Unprepared. Fragmented. Searching for the hidden meaning in every little thing. Replaying the events of that day a hundred thousand times, looking for clues. An alternate ending. 

This would stay with them for the rest of their lives. The boys' room would be a reminder of what could have been and what had been. Every year would be a living nightmare, relieving the last memory they have of their sons. Grief is not a linear. It is a slow, a very slow progression to healing. It's a terrible zig zag back and forth from devastated to okay and then back to devastated. No one should experience such grief, but unfortunately, death is part of life. 

I think we waste our words, we waste our moments, and we don't truly say the things on our minds until it's too late. And when I say "too late", it meant saying it at the eulogy. It's not enough. Grab your moments, grab your words, and as the cliche goes, say it as it is. Raw, unprepared, incoherent, but from your heart. 

I take solace and comfort that the boys are in a better place called heaven, where reckless drivers do not exist.