It’s been the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week.
First, we had one of the worst mass murders in the city. While some people scoff at the number, for Calgary, this one incident equalled almost a quarter of the homicides in 2013. Most of my friends were at BSD. In less than 24 hours, my cousin spoke in memoriam of these young people.
And yesterday, one of my friend’s lost his cousin in a freak accident, literally down the street from where my cousins and I were gathered for an early Easter dinner and games night.
Both of these incidents hit really close to home for me. Both of these could have so easily been my sister, my cousin, my friend. Being one degree removed from the people that lost their lives did not make things easier. Everything was in slow motion.
I personally don’t have the depth of language to put such sorrow into words. We hold on to certain truths to help us weather the storm, because otherwise the grief would destroy us.
To the families and friends whose lives stopped, and who will be unpacking their loss in the days, weeks and months to come, all we can do is be there for them. To hold them up when they can’t go on. Because their loss is ours too.
We train our eyes to look for daybreak.
As a person of faith, I turn to the scriptures for wisdom. I am comforted and I use this as my strength to be a comfort to others as well.
For I am convinced that
neither death nor life,
neither angels nor demons,
neither the present nor the future,
nor any powers,
neither height nor depth,
nor anything else in all creation,
will be able to separate us from the love of God
that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.