I have been in a daze since hearing of the bombings. Simultaneously I'm trying to keep my kids from hearing about it while at the same time I'm constantly checking to see what else they know, why, why now, why this way? Yet, I keep coming back to the same thought, 'what is any more information really going to do for families who have lost loved ones, or victims who have lost limbs?'.
But I can't help it, the questions keep on rolling by, who would do something like this? How does one justify what they do in such a way that they can advance forward and actually carry through a brutal slaughter like this?
I just don't understand it, and perhaps I never will. A large part of me wants, craves and aches some reassurance that there will be justice, that maybe, just maybe, it's not as bad as they report it. Yet, the raw and bloody nature of what we see and read is there, like a huge ugly wound, gaping it's jagged mouth at us.
The only ray of light in this situation has been seeing the people unaffected by the tragedy coming together in support of the hurt, the dying, unthinkingly placing themselves in the midst of possible danger. Humanity is always most beautiful at the ugliest moments.
