Reality is messing with my normal. You know, NORMAL. What is supposed to happen, the way things are supposed to go. What we all agree is customary; the rules we obey so that our environment is comfortable and predictable.
Monday night, three 16 year old boys from Milford were in a horrible car accident and two of them died. The driver is still in critical condition and other details of his condition are private. My daughter knows these boys well. Kids are not supposed to die. Not American kids, not African kids - no kids. I heard someone say they were going too fast - who cares? Does that help the normal to rush back in? If I can somehow make sense of it so I can feel normal sooner? At what expense?
I heard the term "the new normal " rise into ordinary conversation after 9-11-01, and even before that when my Mom died of breast cancer in 2000. It seems to mean that we must accept the unthinkable into the pattern of our lives in order to keep the fabric from unravelling and becoming unusable, unfinished, unacceptable. Knit me together....Sometimes that is the hardest thing to pray.
For today, my normal is still better than the normal around me. Can I be grateful?
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