Eye of the Storm
I woke up this morning thinking about this day that two years ago was the eye of the storm, the day of nothing, sandwiched between two days of the most intensely devastating events I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t know it was the day of calm for it seemed as dark and tumultuous a day as I had ever known. My first thought today was to ask “who was in the most pain on this day 2 years ago?” And then in my next moment I knew. It was my dad. He was the one who felt the most guilt, blame and responsibility for the events that had transpired the day before. He was isolated by his own pain and shame. I had offered him a life line on this middle day. I had thrown it out into the water in case he was drowning and I didn’t know, although I suspected as much. That would be why the news that would come tomorrow was not as shocking as it could have been. I had already felt the dread in my gut. He had pulled deeper inside his shell....