That whooshing sound you hear...

That whooshing sound you hear as you travel through this blog entry is life sucking.  My daughter shared on her blog about a dear friend's nine month old granddaughter who drowned last weekend.  The memorial service is tomorrow.

 The past several days have been ones of anguish, anger, grief, and pain, mingled with compassion, gratitude, grace, and perspective borne of tragedy.

 Life doesn't really suck, but not one of us would volunteer for such pain.  Trying to make sense of it all is futile when you are dealing with the "shit happens" category of life.

 This was read at one of the Kennedy's funeral.  It might have been read by Bobby at John's funeral or Ted at Bobby's funeral.  I think the former,[1] but it often comes to mind at times like this:

In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God. ~Aeschylus

 Still waiting for wisdom and knowing that at the top of the list must come forgiveness for a short period of negligence which resulted in a precious life lost.