Crumley, Valetta Steel

I ve tried many times to analyze the phenomenon of tragedy how a single moment, a single event, a single word can forever alter the shape of one s world. The mind struggles to comprehend, yet it revolts. The heart will not accept what reason insists is fact. Then, slowly, at intervals, the facts begin to seep down from the numbed brain into the heart, bringing a kind of paralysis. At the same time comes a vague, nagging sense of guilt. Why me? Why us? are the questions that intrude, again and again. Where did we fail? Was there something we could have done that we didn t do? Is God punishing u...