Sometimes when I tell people about Lev, they see it as the ultimate tragedy, as the kind of thing you would read about it and be horrified if it happened to you. And I realize that it did not happen to someone else, it actually happened to me. It is such a huge event, the implications are so vast, that I am having trouble fitting it into the boundaries of my understanding. It is almost as if I need to expand the size of my soul for the horror and sadness to have room to enter.
