Life is ephemeral. Here one moment, gone the next. Seemingly without cause or reason. Death is as random as a lottery. One’s number could be called up at any second.
For those left in death’s wake, the question most often asked is Why?
I don’t know why. All I know is that there is a cosmic reason for all of this.
People come into our lives for a reason; they also exit our lives for a reason. The answer may not be apparent, but you will find it, of that I am sure.
Life is short. Live each and every moment as if it were your last. Savor all of it, the bad and the good, for this is your only chance to do so.
I’m so sorry for your loss. I wish I had the powers to make it all better. I wish I were a superhero… and, like Superman, could spin the world on its axis, turn back time, and make it all better again. But I can’t. All I can do is tell you that you can do this. I believe in you. I love you, sweet, strong, dear friend.
Now, go write.
HRH, Princess Scribe