‘I wish I had two legs like everybody else. But God must have had his plan. I am happy’.
That is the post that I had seen on Facebook. It touched me. Not only because of the person who had said it, who had no legs. But also because only recently I managed to say it myself: ‘God must have had his plan’. It took me 3 years.
I don’t want to remember the rest of that afternoon, the days to come. But some memories are extremely vivid in my mind.
- I remember Beno’s aunt asking me if it was true that Beno was dead. Why would she ask such a crazy question, was my first thought.
- I remember feeling fear.
- I remember tears.
- I remember grabbing my baby and running to the neighbors and telling them Beno was dead.
- I remember calling my sister and telling her Beno was dead.
- I remember calling Kristina and telling her Beno was dead.
Beno was dead.
Many things happened. So much uncertainty followed. One thing was certain, though. One minute he was here, another he was gone.
And how does one recover from something like this? How?
Talking from my personal experience, slowly. The 3 years I mentioned earlier, remember?
‘Maybe it had to be either you or him’, – somebody said.
‘Maybe it would have been all of you, or just him’, – someone tried to comfort me.
‘It happened for a reason’, – friends told me.
‘God must have had his plan’, – was sometimes the answer.
But why? What reason? What plan? Why did anybody had to die? Why would an innocent baby lose her father? How is her not seeing her daddy ever again part of some grand plan? How?
I was full of questions, and I didn’t take any answers. I know friends and family had only the best intentions, they only tried to help. But all they said bounced straight back from the wall I put around myself.
It was not fair. Not fair for my baby, who was only 6 months old, who has never done any harm to anybody in her life. And here she was, without her dad. Not fair.
After many many days I do allow myself to think: maybe, just maybe, God did have his plan.
Beno’s biggest dream was to have a baby. It was a huge desire of his. And here she was. Our lovely daughter, 6 months old. Maybe after that there was nothing left for him here. I don’t know. Nobody knows. All I know is that he’s gone.