I Don’t Know Why

Excerpt from the book, “My Son…My Son” by IRIS BOLTON

I don’t know why.
I’ll never know why.
I don’t have to know why.
I don’t like it.
I don’t have to like it.
What I have to do is make a choice about my living.
What I do want to do is accept it and go on living.
The choice is mine.
I can go on living, valuing every moment in a way I never did before, or I can be destroyed by it and, in turn destroy others.
I thought I was immortal.
That my family and my children were also.
That tragedy happened only to others.
But I know now that life is tenuous and valuable.
So I am choosing to go on living, making the most of the time I have, valuing my family and friends in a way never possible before.


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