Never once in my life did I think I would hear an actual explosion, nor did I expect to be in walking distance of a terrorist attack. No one ever plans for these things, nor are you ever really prepared. My experience in Paris reshaped the way I look at studying abroad. In no way will it stop me from traveling, but it will make go about it in a different way.
Right now, I'm going to let my tears fall in the shower, instead of in front of my child. I'm going to turn off the television, close the Facebook tab, toss the paper in the recycling under bottles and cans. I'm going to let my daughter play and laugh, and not know all of the terrible things that I have to know.
Roese did not know that her entire apartment was destroyed until the next day. Up to the point where she went back to the East Village on Friday, she believed that she would be able to walk through the skeleton of the building to see what she could salvage. When she went back, she witnessed the collapsed building in total ruin. She had lost everything.
Experiencing grief-as many of us have from the Sassoon tragedy- means understanding that there is something larger than our rational minds, understanding that God's sheet music looks entirely different than ours and whose 'building code' will never make sense to us as long as we are corporeal beings; and it means that we can live more fully if we can accept this.