It was sunny today at Purdue. Sunny and snowy. Sunny and snowy and freezing. Sunny and snowy and freezing and beautiful. Which is to say, it was a day pretty much like every other wintry day on campus the past two weeks.
Except that it wasn’t,
because two days ago, Tuesday, January 21, 2014, someone was killed here. Most people know this already. The world is like that these days – something happens one minute and the world knows the next. And the world graciously and kindly and sincerely mourns and aches and supports from both near and far, until another tragedy strikes, which it will, because that is the kind of world we live in.
Things are quite back to normal here today for many people. On the surface, at least. It’s not always easy to know what’s going on underneath the surface, in the private corners of peoples’ minds, in the silent spaces of peoples’ souls. Sometimes we are not aware of those things even in our own selves because those private corners and silent spaces can be daunting, overwhelming, and (we might think) better left alone. Who has time to ask those questions? To face those fears? To navigate those emotions? Worse yet, what if there are no questions to ask, no fears to face, and no emotions to navigate?
I fear that on this Day Three of what has been called The Purdue University Shooting Tragedy – because we must have a way to refer to it – too many private corners of peoples’ minds and silent spaces of peoples’ souls will be left undisturbed, pushed aside because of busyness, or fear, or nonchalance, or something else entirely.
And that would make what happened just two short days ago doubly tragic.
It would surely be a mistake to contrive meaningless questions, conjure false fears, and navigate non-existent emotions just for the sake of being able to discuss one’s “personal grief process” or one’s “difficult emotional journey.” After all, not everyone has questions or fears or tangled emotions surrounding what happened here two days ago.
And that is absolutely fine. It really is. It is not a direct measure of one’s compassion or empathy or humanity.
But everyone, absolutely everyone, should know without a shadow of a doubt that what happened here on Tuesday was indeed a tragedy. Not because it happened at Purdue. Not because some of us were in the vicinity. Not because some of us were directly affected. Not even because some of us knew the people involved.
What happened here on Tuesday was a tragedy simply because it happened at all. Every single time a life is taken, regardless or where or when or why, it is a tragedy of unspeakable magnitude.
Every single time –
because life is inherently miraculous. Mysterious. Amazing. Wondrous. Breathtaking. Sacred.
If it were not, there would be no reason to mourn what happened here just two days ago.
If life matters, then certainly we must mourn its loss. (And oh my gracious, I cannot begin to imagine what that mourning and loss looks like for families, those who love longest and deepest.)
But more importantly:
If life matters, we must live out that reality each and every moment of each and every day with each and every person. Period.
If we do not, then how dare we presume to mourn a lost life? How dare we presume to struggle with death’s sorrow? How dare we band together in a show of support and solidarity for a life cut short?
Someone I greatly admire said today, through heartbreakingly wrenching tears, “I feel as though I have lost a child.” We should all feel that way — not because this is about us or how we feel, not because our sadness is what really matters, and certainly not because we are in a position to understand the pain of those who in reality did lose a child — but rather because a life was taken. And when a life is taken, we all lose something.
Please: in the normalcy that defines so many Third Days such as these, do not fail to stop, to think, to contemplate, to listen, to reflect, to consider the reality of what has happened. Do not make this tragedy worse than it already is by missing the indescribable magnitude and significance of a single lost life. And do not make this tragedy worse than it already is by failing to pay close attention and learning something.
For we all have much to learn. Not just about death, but also about life.
Nice reflection, Crystal. I’m happy to learn of your blog. ~Janet
Hello Janet- What a strange world we live in when the unnamed writer of a comment actually turns out to be your delightful desk-neighbor in perhaps the best class ever. If you didn’t read the first post about Purdue, written on Tuesday, it is here: https://crystalkirgiss.wordpress.com/2014/01/21/1210/
It seemed that with all of the beautiful things being written about Purdue itself – the community, the support, the Boiler-Strong-ness — it would be worth the time and effort to write about things from another perspective. I love the Purdue community, and I think it has shown itself to be genuine and true in the last few days. But the Purdue community is not the answer to the real questions that linger. I am glad to see that you write and am looking forward to reading words from the mustard patch.
How blessed this campus is to have you there. I know you are being used to help students and others “think, contemplate, listen, reflect and consider” all that has happened, even as you yourself dwell on this sad event. A life was taken. And ALL life matters.
Hello dear friend. My mind keeps thinking of both mothers. I’ve had some wonderful conversations with students. Thank you for your encouraging words and prayers.
Oh, the mothers. Such heavy hearts for them as well. Praying. Just praying.