Monday, October 18, 2010
I find myself asking the question of why more often these days. I ask God every night Why? I ask Chris every day Why? I want to know why this happened. But, then again, if I knew why it wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't magically transport me back to that fateful day. Chris wouldn't suddenly appear and say that he's back. But, I still want to know why this happened. If it wasn't at the hands of another human, I might just say that it was his time. But, it wasn't. An actual living breathing so-called human intentionally did this, and all I am left with are questions. What could one individual do to another that would be so bad as to inflict this kind of pain? I doubt that I will ever have the answer. But, I will not stop asking.