I don’t normally post on the weekend and I also don’t normally talk politics or news but this morning I heard about a terrible accident that happened in the south of Egypt. A school bus was passing a train crossing when an incoming train slammed into it and killed 50 kids and all between the ages of 7 to 12.
I’m devastated. I don’t know what to say. And the pain in my heart will never come near what the parents of these kids are feeling. Some of them had 4 kids on that bus. With my crazy wandering mind, throughout the years I have played out any and every scenario that could ever happen to me. Except one, losing one of my boys. I don’t even want to go there. It’s like my subconscious can’t not handle even the thought of the pretend excruciating pain so it locked it up in a deep dark part of my mind to which I have no access.
My Facebook page is like a weeping wall. The outpouring of grief from everyone in Egypt is unanimous. Everyone with or without kids can relate to the piercing pain of losing a child; it’s like losing a major body-part. You get your heart ripped out of you. You still function; your legs move, your eyes see and your brain thinks. But you stop feeling. You stop living. Because any other option is unbearable.
I’m at loss for words. All I can think of is God help those poor families, may he give them patience and peace. And may we never have to live through a moment such as that.