Life goes on

I remember the shock at the sun coming out on the morning following Sinza's birth, and feeling betrayed by the way he world didn't stop to acknowledge such a profound event. Now I appreciate fully the meaning of observing a moment of silence when someone passes on.
This has carried on in the subsequent events that have happened in my life.. my Dad passing on four months after Sinza, the exhumation and disposal of Sinza's body.. now I know no matter how horrid or gruesome or sad an event.. life goes on.. maybe I have become devoid f feeling/empathy.. this is my truth.. my reality.