I am still a bit numb and deep in thought from it all. I couldn't even think of what kind of picture to put with this post until hours after when I found one on another website. I can't even write anything profound about it yet until I ingest it all. So here are just the facts.
Monday- My husband's dearest uncle is killed by a suicide bomber. (He was part of the security forces on the border of Pakistan/Afghanistan.)
Tuesday- My mentor, my friend of 31 years, an angelic lady who convinced me to become a writer, which culminated in me getting more than 250 magazine articles published and becoming a reviewer/proofreader for a publishing house for 7 years, got killed while walking into a department store.
Wednesday- My husband's 18 month old nephew, who he loved like a little brother, or maybe even a son, died. The week before he was in intensive care for a very strange infected cyst that was in his stomach. They put him on IV antibiotics and he seemed to recover, then a few days after getting home, he developed pain again, was taken back to the hospital where he died.
Friday-The same family that just lost their baby, has a baby boy born to them.
I couldn't figure out why I was so sad about it. I know where they are. I know they are safe and happy now. I know we will all see each other again someday. Maybe my sadness was for those left behind who would miss them so much.
I wrote a few paragraphs after this, then deleted them 3 times. I have too many thoughts to express, most of them complicated and maybe even controversial, so I'll end here.
Blessings,