This sounds like a good beginning of a story:

"Most pundits and philosophers say that no matter what happens, no matter how terrible some event is to a person, a city, or a country, that one thing stands true. Time moves on. That there is a tomorrow, and somehow we forget things, that pain receds and we always find our smiles and relative happiness in the future. Yet pundits are famously absent often from great calamity. Intelligensia tends to avoid such things as earthquakes, tornados, or bombs. Most people who speak of such things as closure and moving on have never felt the pain of which they speak.

No one who lived through what I lived through today would submit the tonic of "there will be a tomorrow..." For does tomorrow matter if there is no one to observe it? Is tomorrow to stand for that next potential for goodness and life, or will it now be seen as another tick of the clock off of the quickly ending story of humanity? Will we now simply dread the next days as a cancer patient who is dying, slowly, in pain? If so, what good is tomorrow? If the only thing on Earth to enjoy the next days sun is the plants and bugs, does the Sun matter?

But I must get to the business of recording what I'm talking about to you, before my tomorrow ends me, and potentially us all.