Death seems such a waste to this woman, especially when it comes too soon. A young mother, with three children that need her, a husband. Her mother, brother and sister. A father. Gone in a split second in a horrific car accident. And all the good wishes and positive thoughts and promises to God, won't undo it. One is so helpless in the face of death.
However, a woman's reaction to death, I think, is different than that of a man. A woman, wanting to counteract the negative action, goes to work. She thinks about food for the family. Bake something, make something, do something, offer something, create something. Hug someone, console someone.
This evening, in reaction to the grim news, I picked up the sewing I started two months ago and hadn't got done. I whipped out a blanket and finished 4 bibs that had just been waiting for finishing touches, and christened them with tears.
