The Village Voice ran an article last week about the friendship that has blossomed between Phyllis Rodriguez, who's son Greg was murdered in the destruction of the World Trade Center, and Aicha el-Wafi, mother of the so-called 20th hijacker Zacarias Moussaoui. What struck me the most was near the end of the article, as Rodriguez attempts to explain resolving her grief and carrying on:
"How do you accept death when you don't believe there's a heaven or an afterlife?" Rodriguez says. "It's a fact of life. It's an end. It's a loss. The only thing I feel I can do is to not succumb to the tragedy and define myself through it."
Those words have haunted me all week. The sentiment inspires me every day.
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