and there's no sign of a parachute

You hear all these stories about angels that come and save certain people...they're beautiful stories. Really. But what about the mother whose child is viciously killed in cold blood by a psychopath on a murderous rampage? What were the angels smoking when that happened? What do you say? That their kid wasn't worthy? That it's all for the best or that God has a plan? Fuck that shit. I get so angry sometimes about the way of things. These stupid, senseless things that happen to innocent people. And to say "Thy will be done" just doesn't work anymore. It's hollow. How does that possibly comfort a parent that now has to exist in a world where her child doesn't?

I don't have the answers. About a lot of things. About most things. But I guess we have to understand and come to terms with the fact that the angels aren't there for everybody all the time. They get lost along the way. I wish I knew why they can't be there for everybody, but they just aren't. They can do amazing things but they can also really let us down sometimes.

There are times when you just have to surrender to the eternal need to be fulfilled. And that is fine...it's not giving up or giving in. You're not losing, you're gaining. I guess at some point you just have to let someone help you. It's not so bad actually.

Endlessly and eternally grateful,
Yenna