...but death is inevitable. I wish I was as strong as my words. Processing death is strenuous and it takes time, especially for those directly affected. As sad as it seems, people really recognize how lucky they are when something goes wrong. It shouldn't be this way. Why do we spend our lives complaining about traffic, gas prices and the line at Starbucks making us late for work? Why do we worry about not being able to go out on a Friday night because we have early obligations on a Saturday? Why do we bother to complain about how much we can't stand going to class, or work, or that meeting that we were trying to think up an excuse to be unable to attend? Why don't we consider ourselves lucky that we are stuck in that traffic and got to listen to that extra song? Why don't we consider ourselves lucky that we're able to purchase gas for our vehicle? Why don't we consider ourselves lucky to be able to stand in that Starbucks line and have a job to go to? Why don't we consider ourselves lucky to go to class? Most importantly, why don't we consider ourselves lucky on an every-second basis, just to be alive?
When trying to process death, it's not simple. It's difficult, shocking and a son of a bitch to even think about. Especially young death. Nothing is more terrible than a young life, taken. I'm not good at processing this. I'm vulnerable, shocked and shaken up.
May angels lead you in. Rest well.
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