March 12, 2010
I know we will be OK. That in no way diminishes the pain this murderer has inflicted on us, but rather is a testimonial to the closeness and love that we share. I see only three options and only one of them that I can embrace:
1. Crash and burn – I won’t let him kill us too.
2. Paralysis – I won’t let him damage us, nor compound the loss of Morgan’s potential with the loss of our potential.
3. Soldier on – we will continue to move forward, haltingly, even stumbling, even crawling – forward. We will take what has been dealt us and be open-minded and creative and fashion new lives. This is undoubtedly the hardest task, but the only way I see some chance of salvation/reconciliation/peace.
I believe this. I know it to be true, and STILL I feel the rage. Why? I have many parallel emotions.
The anger is extinguished by the knowing – it is; the irrevocable primal knowing – the feel of the dry husks of your ribs. I cannot rage against such steadfast reality. To do so is wasted effort, foolish like raging against a mountain or a rock. It is what it is and will not change. Morgan is dead – Gil accept this truth.
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