This devastating tragedy resonates with you in so many ways. But I’m going to focus on the main lessons I’ve learned about counterfactual thinking.
The threat of death has always been present in my life. My first lasting memory is my grandfather waiting for a (thankfully successful) cancer surgery on a hospital bed. But while I then lost my mom’s stepmother to cancer, it wasn’t until my maternal uncle died in 1989 when I understood what death means. (Incidentally, I later found out he was not only a gifted man but a recovering alcoholic. Sadly, his body failed to recover the way his mind did.)
The time we have is limited and our lives can end at any time. This changes and deepens the meaning of everything we live through. Death has taught me that everything meaningful begins with valuing life. Family, culture, religion, philosophy, ethics, science, economics, freedom, equality, environmental protection, learning about our place in the vast universe, seeking truth… everything. And when that life is taken away, you can never get it back. But you try in your mind anyway. Maybe it helps someone else in the future. Maybe feeling guilty is part of your mourning process. Whatever the reason, you then start to engage in what ifs. Nothing causes counterfactual thinking like death.
I’ve had my share. In November 1995, I was an active part of a causal chain that led to the death of the younger brother of my previously mentioned uncle (I had forgotten to give an item to him, postponing his charity trip to Russia, during which a truck driver then crashed into his car head-on). And in May 2017, I was an active part of another causal chain that almost led to multiple deaths and did lead to an elderly man suffering a broken back (I witnessed a dangerous overtaking maneuver and now feel I should have slowed down more than I did to prevent the consequences). To keep my post shorter, I won’t elaborate here (feel free to ask for details though). But the point is that I can feel for both the sister of the Gaudreau brothers and the driver of the SUV.
This is how we torture ourselves after terrible outcomes, regardless of whether we had made mistakes before them or not. What if we had done something differently? Maybe the deaths/harms could have been avoided. But the counterfactuals work both ways. Sometimes a minor mistake can save someone’s life. It’s just that we rarely get to know it when it happens. I have no idea how many times I or someone else could have died had I made slightly different choices in everyday life. But then there are times when we do know things could have been a lot worse.
And sometimes, even terrible outcomes can have life-changing positive consequences. Back in December 2005 I posted a long story on these boards about my father’s death in his own father’s funeral. I described how my dad’s death totally changed the mood of the funeral, though most probably not to the same extent as the deaths of Johnny and Matthew changed that of their sister’s wedding. I also described how reflecting upon the incredible circumstances and the mourning process changed my whole perspective on other people and myself for the better. But the story didn’t end there. It also created a foundation for rediscovering true meaning for my life. And between 2009 and 2010, that spark ignited, and that seed started to bear fruit.
That meaning cured my depression for good, made me accept and forget about myself, and focus on the world around me. That’s why my username reads “Sampe from the 2000s”: I now had less time in my life to focus on escapism. That’s why I rarely post here even after making a comeback.
If there’s one family that can use a terrible tragedy to grow even further as human beings, as individuals who care for one another, it’s the Gaudreau family. I have zero doubt they have and will use their time together to comfort and help each other. And I know from experience that it touches the very core of your soul and changes your whole angle on life.
With my favorite hymn (originally Swedish), my deepest condolences to the Gaudreau family and all the loved ones of Johnny and Matthew. God bless.