The incomprehensible can occur in a moment. Something unexpected, let alone unimaginable, happens, reminding all of us that all we ever have is the moment we are in. Reminding all of us how precious that moment we live in truly is. Reminding all of us that we are a heartbeat away from eternity.
There are no words or thoughts that provide comfort or bring an explanation to the inevitable question of “why?” There is no answer. There is only the reality that is faced in dealing with senseless loss, a life ended too soon, a lifetime of remembrances never formed.
We take even more deeply the loss of one of our own. This is not supposed to happen to the healers, the care providers, our team. We render the care, we don’t receive it. We treat the injured, we are not the injured.
We are invincible, aren’t we?
Part of the shield we create to do the things that we do for others without losing our humanity. Best to think we are the external actors in this play.
But we are not. We are subject to the precious moment as everyone else.
In these times, we all will proceed through the steps of our grief. The thoughts that so enormously occupy our mind will pass, and we will go back to living in our moments, whether considered precious or not.
What I hope all of us will remember, perhaps on a crisp spring Sunday morning, is the bounce in her step, the quirky expressions, the lilt in her voice, the smile so big, and that heart even bigger. Maybe in that moment, it will remind us all of how precious life is. How precious each of us is.