At times like these, I wonder...Why does God let bad things happen to good people? While rapists, child molesters, and other "bad" people get away with their crimes and live out their lives? Why does he take the young, healthy ones with wives to support, children to feed snd their whole lives in front of them while he allows the frail, weak, suffering older people to linger for years, praying to die.
Some people would say "It's destiny" or part of "The Plan", as if that can really comfort the ones left to grieve.
It's like someone came along and chopped off one of your legs. Maybe some people are better able to overcome, and soon they are hopping around on one leg like they were born that way. Others need a crutch, and get around pretty good. Still others confine themselves to a wheelchair and just give up. No two people react the same, and no matter what kind of person we are, we all have to grieve in our own way and in our own time. No one has the right to set those limits for us.
Some religions teach about life after death an think that will ease the pain. I do believe in eternal life, but that doesn't erase the pain of going on for years without them, waiting for a "reunion in heaven".
Sometimes I wonder...Why work so hard at living, when any day it could end and you were only half-finished?
Then I look into a child's face, and for a moment, forget the pain. And I hope, little by little, day by day, year by rear, I'll see enough beauty in the world that one day, I won't feel the loss so much anymore.
1997
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