It’s been a while since I’ve posted here in the Long Island Blog. I like to keep the blog fresh with good material that I think other people would enjoy reading and that’s usually pretty easy when you write about Long Island.
In October one of my children’s friends was killed—murdered senselessly in a drive-by shooting—and that knocked the wind out of my sails.
She wasn’t the target. With bullets flying everywhere, everyone was the target. Several people were hit; she’s the only one that died.
I barely knew Danielle, but she was my son’s best friend and very close with my daughter. There’s still a message from Danielle on our answering machine. My kids were devastated. I can only imagine how her family must feel.
As for me, I don’t know. Something like this makes one question everything, and there’s not a religion or philosophical tenet that can answer the big question that everyone asks: why?
How can someone born with every gift, who meant so much to so many, perish under such senseless circumstances? There’s no resolution here. Time will numb the pain and reveal the silver lining, if there is one, but the damage is done and there will always be scars.
So how does one cope? I tell my kids to remember and honor Danielle by living the kind of life she would have wanted for them. Don’t be depressed, just get up and go the same way she used to.
Because if you don’t, then you become another victim of this utterly senseless crime.