Death. It's such a simple thing, yet we, as humans, make it so complex. Or maybe it's the other way around. We don't understand the full complexities of death and our understanding of it is so little that we have really simplified it.
Humans really amaze me sometimes. To some things, we all react the same way... bodily functions, et al. But with death, we all handle it differently. Personally, I cry over my loss, then I realize how selfish I'm being and I pray for their soul and the others that are suffering from the loss. I have to believe that God is behind every death. That, in the grand scheme of things, there is a reason that no one can comprehend.
Maybe God calls upon them because he needs them or they have fulfilled their purpose in life and it is "their time".
Maybe it is a test of strength and faith in those who are affected by the death.
Maybe it is to build strength and faith in those who are affected by the death; to prepare them for what they are "destined"* to do or become in the future.
Or maybe it is a combination of those, or none of them, or something that is so abstract that human brains can not comprehend.
God works in mysterious ways.
Are we supposed to analysis death so deeply? Is this something we are just to accept and move on? We will never know. And maybe that is the way it is supposed to be. All I know is that life is meant to be lived, because we may not know if the end is near.
No regrets. If I die tomorrow, I would hope no one would regret anything that was said or left unsaid between us. And that if they did have regrets, they could know that I forgive them, and God forgives them and to learn from that experience; to be open and honest and not leave things unsaid and not leave things undone, because we never know what is around that corner in our lives. We will never know what might happen next.
* I do not believe in pre-destination. I believe in free will in every human to change the course of their life, I just can't think of a better word here.
Some of you might be wondering where exactly this came from. I wrote it during work today after I heard the news about the RIT Swim coach, Wendy Van Der Woude, dying yesterday(?). She was in her thirties and was in top physical condition. She had been suffering from migraines for a while, but no specific reason for them had been pinned down. She lay down to take a nap to rid herself from the pain of yet another migraine and her husband was not able to rouse her. She died in her sleep.
But this was also spurred on by conversations that I've had in the past few weeks regarding the subject... I just needed to get my thoughts out there. Feel free to add anything you believe or feel should be said.