This post is regarding the accident in Tampines yesterday, where a cement truck killed two brothers on a bicycle. I won’t post links or photos regarding the incident. I just… I don’t know where to begin. I heard about the news yesterday, and saw the grotesque images of the body.
But it wasn’t until today that I saw the picture of their mother, in the Chinese New Year McDonald’s uniform, on her knees and crying at the loss of the children that this sank in. My heart just shattered. I broke. I weeped. I prayed. I cannot understand.
I couldn’t understand why this had to happen. I was all very confused and heartbroken upon seeing their mother. She could have been anybody I brushed past or met at McDs. She looked so human, so normal, that it could have been anyone. It could have been anyone I brushed past on the street.
The two boys could have been children I tsk-ed at in an MRT because they were too noisy. It could have been anyone. The cement truck driver could have been anyone. I will never understand the pain of losing a child. I may never understand the loss of a mother. I may never feel what it is like, but my heart breaks for her and her family. It breaks for anyone who had to go through the pain of losing a child or a parent or a loved one. Especially parents. Parents should never have to bury their own children. It tears me apart – the fact that this had to happen.
I don’t know how to feel.
So I prayed. That I don’t know why this has to happen. I don’ t know whose fault it is. I don’t know why people have to suffer. I don’t know why the mother has to go through this much pain. I wish I could comfort her. What good can this post do? What good will my prayers do? I can only pray. I can only hope. I can only ask God to hold her in His arms and give the comfort and love and peace that I cannot. I can only pray.
I can only ask others do the same.
I can only treasure every moment. I can only treasure every person around me. Even strangers.
I never liked annoying children on the MRT. But this has put a lot into perspective. I’m not promising anything. But I can only try to stop the hate of complete stranger. To love more. To love.
I don’t understand a lot of things. I only know that God has a plan. I know those plans are not to harm me. That is all I need to know.
You are loved. You are treasured.
Don’t forget that.