I selfishly prayed for my brother’s return, unabashedly asking God to take care of him, not to the exclusion of others (after all, God is perfectly capable of multi-tasking) but selfish because I don’t think I could take it and then the others pushed into my consciousness and the emotions log-jammed in my throat, tears burning my eyes, blood rushing to my cheeks – how will these poor people deal with the devastation – how will it ever be bearable – how will they ever move on – and the guilt swamped me and I knew that was selfish too but I hoped my soul would receive understanding so that I could move on and perhaps do something constructive for all of the voices calling out to loved ones who could no longer hear.
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