I will probably never understand or accept why my life (remaining here on earth) was more valuable that my sons. The things he could have done are immeasurable! The generosity, the strength, intelligence. Remarkable. All superior to me. I feel like the ONLY resolve I have is to believe I was being punished. Maybe I didn’t protect him enough, or I sheltered him too much, or I simply have done something I am completely unaware of! These are things that come in and out of my mind every day. The things I battle, even unconsciously, in my very soul! The realist in me, the Christian I grew up as, knows this is all illogical thought. There is no reason that anyone could explain. There is no profound wisdom? We are all just living here on faith, on borrowed time. At the mercy of fate! God is a lion who does not concern himself with sheep… He does not need to answer us, He just needs to carry on showing us danger is near and hoping we choose things that keep us safe.