Like Ginny, I've been struggling to find some way to conceive of Mia's family's tragedy. Lack of words, as Ginny points out there is, means lack of comprehension. Certainly at this point, there is none, and I don't know if there ever will be. My mind stumbles repeatedly today over the phrase "Belief in a Just World," which was a concept I read about in psychology last night. But I keep saying it to myself now, like a mantra, hoping it will become true, because in the face of Trina's death, it's the last thing that I can ever believe is true or right.
This entry is just to mark where I've been the last week, mentally. I've been with Mia, and with Ginny, and bewildered and sorrowful.
A Visit to Kentucky
5 days ago