Meri Nalbandyan Tribute

I live pretty close to the school that Meri was killed. I remember that day. I was in my kitchen making dinner and I was listening to the news on TV. The words I heard that caught my attention were, "Student Killed", "Glendale", "Toll Middle School". I immediately left the kitchen and went by the TV. And yes, it was true. A student was killed by a driver. I don't know Meri or her family. But I could not stop crying and could not stop thinking about it. I have a daughter myself. At that time, she had just turned one. And I don't know why, but I just kept hugging and kissing my daughter and I was just crying. My immediate thought went out to the mother of Meri. I can't even begin to imagine the pain in her heart and not to mention it happened right before her eyes. I could not stop thinking about what Meri's mom was going through. Over the next few days, Meri could not leave my mind. I decided to go the school and place flowers at the little memorial they had by the crosswalk where she was killed. As I was there, there were friends of Meri in shock, family memers of Meri, some were in grief, some were angry, some just had blank looks in their eyes. I did not know how to feel. Should I be angry at the driver? Should I be angry at the way the crosswalk was situated, or should I be angry at GOD. I just kept asking myself, why? Why did this have to happen to a innocent young girl who had her whole life ahead of her? Why? I then realized what has happened has happened. You can't ask questions, you can't hate anyone, be angry at anyone, you can't ask why. There is a word in Armenian that is used often. It's called Jagadageer. Meaning faith. What road your life will take is etched on your forehead the day you are born. You can't erase it , you cant rewrite it. I just hope that time will heal the hurt for Meri's family. She's in a better place. Rest in peace little angel.