Berkeley tragedy: We might just be repeating ourselves, but talking does help
Almost 24 hours after the news of the horrific accident in Berkeley which has robbed us of six of our young people and turned the lives of others completely upside down, I feel like I am drowning in the media coverage which, in reality, is not saying anything new. Because what is there to say?
Just like any community when tragedy strikes, we all feel powerless, useless. How can we help? What can we say to help ease the pain of those whose lives have been devastated in the last 24 hours? How can we make sense of the randomness of life? The randomness that causes some among us to have to hear the most heartbreaking news on what should be an ordinary, summer Tuesday morning?
Like many people, I suspect, before I experienced death at close quarters, I hated going to funerals and removals because they involved having to go and utter what I considered banalities at the bereaved family.