Road Rage Trial Update

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40. thank you for keeping us updated.

after my daughter was killed that "why" seemed to inhabit my entire mind. i don't think you get to know. at one time i decided, not sure if i still believe, that after we die we still don't know "why" - we stop being tormented by it. peace and love to you and your family. hope you don't mind; here is a poem i wrote not long after Bekah's death.

today’s paean to why

There's like a why ocean,
from which waves of why
either tease or soak
my grief-addled mind.
During why's high tide,
nearly drowned in why,
The world abounds with why
All I hear is the sound of why
If it tells me it will have to kill me

When why recedes it is still a mystery
Still cannot know it
while I must respect its immense power over me
Riptides of why swamp me regularly
when I'm rolled crazily around in why,
Powerless to dive away from why
Useless to try dominating why.

On the island why I stop to see
How perseverance can still abide in me
On the mainland why I walk the beach
Hope defying why, the why of life
Is easy to see
By my side or inside of me,
Your spirit your love accompanies
With the energy of a wave
that embodies a natural eternity.