On Death

A week ago, a newly wed woman in her younger twenties was tragically taken from this world. She had been driving in the early hours of the morning when the car flew across the ice and crashed.
She died on that morning, when just the night before she had been alive and vibrant, pulsing with breath and blood.
She had goals and dreams, ambitions and aspirations.
She was living a life that she believed would continue from day to day.
But she was wrong.


How does anyone accept such news?
How can anyone keep going through the motions as if nothing happened if for that second the shock penetrated and reverberated deep in their hearts.
If they said to themselves, 'That could have been me.'
or my spouse, or child, or friend.


How can we accept that a person who lived an essentially good life- a person who didn't steal, murder, or commit adultery, was just taken from this world without seeming cause or reason?
We believe that if we are good and try our hardest in this world than life will continue as it is.
I guess, reality doesn't always agree with us.


This tragic occurance should strike a chord deep within all of us.

For it shows that we never know what tomorrow will bring- if we will even be given the chance to ask forgivness, or forgive another.
To say hi to someone we love,
or tell them, 'i love you.'
To see another snowflake
or another bright sun, that signals a new day and the many new possibilities it brings.
In one second we can become nothing but the dust of the earth.
Dust doesn't get married or have kids;
doesn't watch sunsets and feel love.
It doesn't nurse the sick or give to someone for no other reason than to be kind.

So we'd better make today count so that we may merit a tommorrow.