Life is just plain hard. The most difficult part could be the fear of death or loss. Today, a father of a friend was found dead in the search for bodies in Haiti. It had been six days and no news, allowing hope to sprout. Everyday, there was a little give and a little go of hope. At one time, the news were that there was someone alive in the building, then a dead body was found. Could anyone possibly stand this anxiety? Describing the situation at home, I would call it disastrous. Every second of the day, the computer or tv would be on the news channel or website. Bodies being found, living people being found. But, the news of death crashes on us leaving anyone with no heartbeat. For one second, one might feel dead themselves. The pain comes afterwards, releasing a flow of hurt that cannot be described. Not even imagination can help one understand what the family is feeling.
I guess life is made up of these accidents, that must somehow were planned and completed perfectly for some unknown reason. As said, life is about a little give and a little go with everyone and everything.
