RE: For My Sister - Pied Piper Poetry
They're the last words I spoke publicly in my home town before leaving forever.
Have you corresponded at all with your family since or have you cut them completely out of your life. If you have more about your life already written I would love for you to share a link, but if not I would guess you have a quite interesting upbringing and one I would most certainly be interested in reading.
Through our brief conversations, you have impressed me with your passion to help others and your rise to being successful after literally coming up from the bottom. I think a lot of people could learn some intricacies of life and hard work from you, and while I am interested in seeing your more personal side, I hope you continue to spend time making content to help educate new users along with some "veterans" if you can consider a site without a year under its belt to have veterans.
I'll admit I am a Christian, but I think people telling you "everything happens according to God's will," is one of the worst things they could have said to you.
I have no idea what would be going through my mind if I were in your position, but talk of everything being ok or flowery verses being preached at me would be utter bullshit (yes I believe Christians can swear in passion to make a point).
Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.
Seems like much more of what you might have needed at the time was a friend who didn't try to cheer you up, but was there for support.
Your poem was very touching and I'm glad you were able to share that. I already count you as a friend (along with many others here) and hope that the community can reach out in love to those who go through pain similar to what you must have felt.
I'm still close with two of my other brothers but I left the rest behind in a cloud of dust and haven't seen them since. I didn't need cheering up at all, actually. I just needed the same thing that I always need. Honesty. It wasn't the time for nonsensical fairy tales.
I understand what you are saying. Sometimes the things that happen to us are so fucked up that there is no explanation.
People try to explain things away, but sometimes the answer is just an "I don't know."
I feel good can come out of tragic horrible situations, but I don't have an answer as to why they happen. I loved how people bonded together after 9/11, but would never ever wish that upon us as a country.
While it won't explain why it happened, maybe someday you will have the opportunity to be there for someone who has gone through a loss as tragic as yours. I won't even guess the emotions that were going through you as it is far too painful to think about the same situation occurring in my family.
Of course there's an explanation. A crazy parent raised a crazy kid that played chicken with a loaded gun and his sister's head. The resulting death wasn't some mysterious act of a mythological deity. Avoiding discomfort isn't a valid reason for such elaborate and blatant dishonesty, as far as I'm concerned.
I guess when you put it that way I change my opinion and have to wholeheartedly agree with you @piedpiper