Today, I had to fly back to New York. My mom didn’t take it very well, as she burst into tears when she and my dad dropped me off at the airport. I tried to hug her, but she said the longer I hugged her, the more she would cry, so I kissed her, told her and my dad I love them, and walked into the check-in area. Two weeks ago, I suffered the biggest loss of my life when my brother left this world. While that is an awful thing, it’s even harder to fathom what it would be like for a parent to lose her child. No parent should ever have to bury her child. This whole experience has made me feel even more distrusting of the world, and even of the greater powers that may exist that allow these events to occur. My brother loved God and was a Christian, yet he’s now unfairly gone from this world.