I haven't posted for a few days. After the earthquake in Port-au-Prince it seemed obscene to write anything. After? During. The horror goes on.
Among those killed were the brother of my friend R, with two of his young daughters - the youngest was saved, shielded by his body. His body and that of one of the other daughters have been recovered; that of the 5-year-old remains in the ruins; Search and Rescue has given up.
Similar loss and open-endedness is besetting thousands, tens of thousands of other families. What can one say, but that one is sick with sadness?