Waiting

We went to the Cape as planned and watched as the horror unfolded. Still, I was glad to walk the beach, to be physically in a peaceful place. Honey is coming home in a few days. Until then, we wait. Somehow life goes on. I do work, cook food, bathe, read. Today is a friend's child bar mitzvah. Last night as we prepared for Shabbat dinner, I thought of all the empty chairs at empty tables. The dead, the missing, those called up to defend the country, those trapped far from home. I feel like we're in the eye of the hurricane. Others whirl around in anger and pain and rumor and I just lie here broken. Waiting.