…because. so many things. the child who is seemingly resilient, playful at the beach as a blonde-haired, blue-eyed toddler, might someday be back on that beach, wondering who and why his life turned out that way – so different from his friends…drunk…they aren’t that resilient. they don’t have a choice after we make our choices. they aren’t resilient; they adapt…by stuffing clothes in the back of their cars…never really seeming to be ‘at home’ because their homes are scattered…by the choices of the parent. and then the parent – never able to totally unleash the whole story – always trying to protect feelings – always trying to be the cocoon around the injured, always wondering what would have happened if…if what, though? well, that falls into that dark category, doesn’t it? so, we pray, we consecrate, we bargain, we don’t bargain, we swallow the lump that swells in the throat…in a nutshell, we suck it up, buttercup. then we bargain with that, right? all the while, knowing that God is there. He doesn’t move, now does He? we do. He – no. He does not. so, there’s that – we can go to him, fists punching toward Heaven, sorrowful, remorseful and regretful, confused. then what? well, the planet keeps turning. the sun keeps rising. the clouds keep floating. grass keeps growing. and you look at that young-man-used-to-be-toddler and you hope & pray with every fiber that God holds HIM in the palm of HIS Hand. you do what you can. which, sometimes, seems to not be much at all.