It's been an odd sort of weekend.
The awful, tragic accident on Friday night.
A Saturday filled with phone calls, text messages, FB messages, blog comments and emails.
Love and concern from so many people.
It really touched my heart knowing how many people cared or thought of me when they saw the news.
No, by luck, good fortune, karma. Whatever you think it may have been, we weren't involved.
Many others weren't as lucky.
By complete contrast, a total lack of care and concern or indeed interest from someone who should have been the first to reach for the phone. My mind is still struggling with that one.
I feel discombobulated.
My pieces have been thrown into the air and I don't know where they all landed.
Not sleeping probably doesn't help but then I'm not so good at sleeping at the best of times.
Is blogging about this when I feel like this a good idea?
Probably not ....
As was said in a previous comment on one of my posts - ' if you are like me, you write to make sense of the world'.
It's true, sometimes that IS what I'm trying to do but sometimes, sometimes it's because I can't make sense of it and I'm looking for answers.
Sometimes I find them.
Sometimes I'm given them.
But there are times when the answers evade me or make no sense and the pieces of my puzzle remain missing.