Leogere, My Angel: A journey of coping.

"Madness doesn't travel with the inevitable,
it arrives on the back of the possible." - Clarence B.

Tragedy can pull you through anything. Really. It's like the older brother that used to beat you up; once you stood up to him, all other bullies were inconsequential. So, again, I say: tragedy helps to shield us from the real horrors in the world. Think about it. When something tragic happens -- it's happened. It's done. Over. Finito. Only when things are prevented from achieving their climax do they become mind-bendingly unbearable.

I understand people's hesitance to accept this since we dread tragedy's approach then panic as it blankets us in its misery. But eventually, it always recedes into the distance, on its way to its next victim. We're then left behind to cope with the aftermath; and cope we do since it's the only option left.

The catalyst for Harry's despair was a single, simple event: the person who meant more to Harry than even Harry himself, has gone missing. His wife, Janiece has disappeared into the ether and reemerged into some unreachable limbo, incapable of becoming either ghost or memory since now she was neither dead nor alive -- at least as far as Harry was concerned.

Harry simply couldn't cope.