Actually families are decimated all over the world every day with wars, starvation, all kinds of killing and maiming. But this particular family decimation is mine and hopefully your family is not decimated at some time also.
As you have said "Everything in life carries risk. Get used to it."
Here is what my families decimation is:
On the 28 June 2017, a plane crashed upside down into the ground at an angle of 30°, flipping over to the right side facing in the direction from which it had come. When that plane finally came to rest the first third of the aircraft had been compressed into the rear section; within that smashed front section was our daughter and granddaughter. The investigation by the ASTB indicates that from the time the aircraft left the ground our daughter and granddaughter had only seventy seconds of life remaining, seventy final seconds of abject terror as they plummeted upside down towards the ground.
After fifty years of marriage, raising two children, both of whom made extensive contributions to their community, we are left without the single most rewarding outcome that any parent could ever hope for; enjoying our daughter and her daughter moving into their futures, growing up, finding love and yes, losing love. We will no longer share the joys of their lives, knowing that we as parents/grandparents were behind them with our love, experience and wisdom, to help to make their journeys easier.
But instead we will spend the rest of our lives mourning, endeavouring to put our lives back together somehow. And while the grief might get easier with time, it will always be a shadow over what was, what is and what will always be. because of an avoidable mistake.
For twenty years we lived on a small farm of eight hectares; it was mostly self sufficient with its own water collection and heating/cooking was provided by our own wood lot. As my wife and I grew older, we planned eventually to subdivide the property once that option became available with regards to town planning. In 2015 we finally obtained permission to divide the property into blocks; we submitted the plans of the development which were subsequently approved. The figures estimated that, after sales, we would profit between $2.5 and $3.0 million.
However, the psychological and emotional trauma following our tragic loss made it inconceivable to remain in our family home. Together with my wife of 52 years we had to leave. In such a short time frame, there was little interest in the purchase of the property other than from developers; we incurred a huge financial loss forced to sell the land for $.7 million.
I subsequently spent 25 days in a mental health institution, the “Black Dog” still circles but anti-depression medication keeps it at bay. All this was paid for out of the public purse. My lovely wife has also suffered many health issues due to the stress requiring ongoing doctors and specialist intervention and medication, including anti-depression medication, again paid for out of the public purse.
My son has suffered a marriage breakdown and now lives with us, working part time, claiming unemployment benefit and managing depression with medication. I leave you, the reader, to add up the costs to us and to the Commonwealth of Australia. My wife and I are in our early seventies and our son has just turned fifty. Those final years we dreamed of and planned for are now destroyed and so are we.
But, I suppose we will have to just "Get used to it". Just pray that one day you and yours never have to just "Get used to it".