A coworker of mine passed away this past Saturday, quite suddenly and unexpectedly. She was 24.
Many people have been consoling themselves with thoughts that she is in a better place, and those types of things.
I'm sure that is true.
But it also seems trite. She was young and sweet and beautiful, and I'm sure given the choice, she'd have chosen to continue her journey on this plane for quite a bit longer.
There is no fairness or meaning to her death-- it wasn't "her time" and it wasn't part of any plan, it just is.
At work, there is still laughing, and people complaining about work issues. Everyone was upset this morning, to be certain, but if you walked in here right now, you wouldn't necessarily know that a co-worker just passed away.
And what I am left with is the thought that our own life means the very most to only us, an idea that can be both formidable and empowering.
And some that die deserve life
Posted by Whitney C. at Monday, July 16, 2007
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It brings me peace to know that it's all God's timing. We don't know where she is but God does and God knew that she would die that day. It also wierds me out that life continues to go on for everyone left here. Trivial stuff when someone just left this Earth...
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