I have this thing. Whenever people are killed in a terror attack, their life-light abruptly extinguished davka when it was shining so bright, I imagine that they become new stars in the sky.
Up there, their lights will shine forever. That, although they are gone, and they have left a huge chasm in the hearts of their loved ones, their light, that shone and touched everyone they loved, lives on. And if we look up, and look for the brightest stars in the night sky, I imagine that we can see them – forever bright and forever present.
It helps me deal with the deep sorrow, the outrage I feel for our lives being violated, and the feelings of helplessness and despondency that would otherwise overwhelm me.
And now, there are 14 new stars in the sky. But when I looked up last night, their glimmer was hidden by the clouds, as if the Universe too was overcome with sadness, and was not yet ready to reveal to us their spectacular brightness. As if the addition of so many stars in such short a time would blind us with their intensity.
These are our new stars. May they shine bright and bring comfort to their loved ones when they look up to the heavens. Comfort, that although they are gone, up there they are still shining.
But I do wonder how there is still space in the sky? Surely, it is full by now?