I find it sad that, in response to obvious tragedy, the impulse is to interpret such an unsettling feeling as a need to assign responsibility rather than a need to understand more about a situation.
Though, that is a minor sadness. One I have mourned for a long while. More a memory of a sadness.
And now I am mourning the sadness that brought me here. The need to explore whether such a wound might lead to productivity. To see if it is possible to bring to the attention of others, not whether their impulse is correct, but rather why it might be important to consider that it is not.
I hope that someone will mourn with me. My father passed away on Tuesday. My mother has advanced Alzheimer's and he was her caregiver. I may continue to post here. Hopefully in humility rather than projecting a fragile power. I have a need for others to feel that I need their guidance, but each passing second erases that need a little more and such will be replaced with mourning.
Hello, Anandtech. I will embrace my demons here in this sanctuary mostly designed to split them away from ourselves. I hope one or two of you might share that with me from time to time.