It’s been more than a month since I found out Ronan died. The worst is over emotionally, and I thought it would get easier after that, but it hasn’t. It is such a sobering and humbling revelation to fully grasp the fact that someone so alive and whole and exciting can be ripped apart by lead and turned into meat just like that for no good reason. The only thing worse is to grasp that it happens all the time.
People talk about the glory of war, strategy, and politics, but when it involves ripping exciting, alive people apart with metal and turning them into meat for no good reason, I can only think of it as bitterly vulgar.
Any unnecessary, preventable death is a catastrophe. It’s the end of somebody’s whole universe, the end of somebody’s brother or lover or friend, the annihilation of dreams and hopes and futures. When we lose sight of that and forget the value of life, the consequences are easy to see, over and over.
We can do better than this.
It is possible. I have faith in us.
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Thanks for reading.
Peace.
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