Why ask why?
Why does such a small three- letter word carry with it such
incredible angst?
Why mommy? Why GOD?
Why does a child get cancer? Why does one survive the insurmountable?
Why is one taken into heaven?
Our grip to understand why is so much stronger than the most
strongest bond ever and the need to understand is, perhaps stronger than that
of heroin or crack.
I did not really have the time to ask why, my focus has
always been free to take care of Matthew and Kyra. John went down that path until he quickly
realized it had become paralyzing and he
could no longer focus on living or healing.
I prefer to ask what? What next? What do I need to do to take care of this? What do I need to do to move forward....ahh.....relentless forward motion....my dear friend.
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