
One in particular comes to mind, a sad but true story concerning people I know: On the eve of her twenty-third birthday, a woman went camping with two close friends. During a thunderstorm, they sought shelter in their tent and fell asleep. Sometime during the night, a tree fell on the young woman, killing her and leaving her friends unscathed. Her parents mourned, and two years later erected a memorial bench in her favorite park. Within weeks, a storm blew up and the memorial bench was struck by a falling tree, splitting in half.
Discuss.
In times of heartbreak we try to find meaning in anything to make sense out of the ensuing chaos of our emotions. Who's to say what's credible and what's not? And who cares? Whatever works for anybody to regain a sense of sanity, that's what counts....and to be there for each other.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea what that means, and it certainly is an odd response to this post. Oh well, further proof that it takes all kinds....
ReplyDeleteThat sucks the big one...at least the memory will always live within, no matter what life throws at you.
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