So early on, the only satisfactory answer to Why? -- and the even more self-centered Why Me? -- became Why Not? How could I have thought that tragedy was reserved only for others? That I was somehow special? Happiness and I had enjoyed a long run. I knew that. I just wasn't special anymore.
No, the question that pierces my heart is not Why Me? but Why my child? That's harder. That's much, much harder. That requires much deeper thought.
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