Life Is Not Making Sense

 

Life is not making sense to me right now. My friend’s 19-year-old nephew died in a car accident the other day. My heart has been through the wringer. I’ve been waiting for his death to magically make sense; I’ve been trying to be OK with his death. I guess this acceptance will come with time. Time is a four-letter word.

Life is fragile, my friends.

“Gather ye rose-buds while ye may;
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.”
—Robert Herrick

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