I'm in my 60s. A younger coworker's mom just died, suddenly and unexpectedly. She probably was younger than me. My mom is still alive, in poor health, age 97 1/2. My thoughts are going to my mom: Why does she get all these years and my coworker's mom didn't. Do you ever feel this way when someone dies?
Why was the huge amount of cancer in my body taken away completely with 2 rounds of immunotherapy while others struggle thru a whole year or more of the torturous IVs? Which accomplish nothing and then they die at 35 with small children they leave behind? I believe that it wasn't my time to die at 65.
I think it's common to question Why people die when they do, especially babies and young children who suffer immensely beforehand. For me, it's reassuring to believe that God has a plan for all of us, and that's Why.
My one Aunt lived a very quiet, uneventful life up until 105, with all her mind and health, able to still live in her house with some help from family up until the end. Then there's my friend's 33-yr old son who has been battling a glioblastoma and recently given 6 months to live.
Yes, life often seems unfair and random. However, I process it through the filter of my faith, and this gives me peace in my heart every day.
It was so strange, especially seeing her mother’s face at the memorial service. There is no rhyme or reason to it all, unfortunately.