As family members know, my family and I live on the street where I grew up. It's located in a small town of approximately 20,000 people. Tonight, I attended the wake of a young man that lived a few houses away. While not best of friends, I have known him since childhood. He lived in the house that he grew up in. It's sad and tragic (RIP). He obviously died way before his time. My heart goes out to his family.
Now, here's a weird and concerning fact. In a ten year span, at least five people from my neighborhood have died. All of them under the age of forty. Now, they all weren't living here at the time of their deaths but they all had grown up and spent their entire childhood in this neighborhood. Isn't this unbelievable? It isn't normal, right?
I've just come to realize that life doesn't always makes sense and neither does death. I can personally vouch that they were all good people. They came from loving families. So, why these five people? I'd like to believe that there is a greater purpose. I just don't know.
Is my neighborhood cursed? I'd like to believe that there is some reason(s). That perhaps someday this will all make sense. I just don't have any answers. Please take a moment to remember these wonderful people that left us all way to early....
I'm not exactly sure why but I'm reminded of the lyrics by George Harrison's 'My Sweet Lord.' (Hit the Title link for the song)
"...I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you lord
But it takes so long, my lord..."
NOTE: I know this is a sensitive subject. This post is not meant to make light of loss or tragedy. My condolences to anyone that has lost a loved one.
