Today at lunch a woman I just met, but had a common denominator of cancer, expressed her survivor's remorse. Everyday she asks why did I survive and those, including my son, did not. She asks everyday how she survived and for what reason.
I do not know the answer to this question. I am sure I never will. I have stopped asking "Why Joe?". A bright young man with a future beyond belief had his life cut short before any of his dreams could be realized.
Maybe those who survive and those who have lost a loved one have a mission to carry on. Survivors find another path for their lives. Those of us who are left behind find a way to help others.
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