What is the reason for people dying? I don’t understand, what is the point? Why are there devastating car accidents, unbearable plane crashes, unreasonable school shootings, breathtaking heart attacks, and that major killer cancer? Can you answer the question, why? I believe that things don’t happen for a reason.
There have been so many people in my family that have perished because of heart attacks. I never had the chance to connect with my grandfather or my uncle because heart attacks have stolen their life short. Why is there even such a thing as heart attacks? Why would any one want to come home and see one of their family members suffering as an inanimate object flattened on the ground? Why should people have to struggle through such pain and suffering?
I never could have met them and that has hurt me deeply. If I only could have met them, my life would be so much different. They never told me about life lessons that I needed, or the experiences that they have prevailed through, like in the war were both of them have fought in, or even those funny stories that would have made me crack up laughing and make me wish like I was there with them. When I think about it, I just want to start balling because everyone else has all of there grandparents that they have amusing times with, but I never could. My dad has always informed me on how much they admired kids and how they would have loved me so much if they could have just met me.
If you believe it is bad for me now, think of what it was like for my dad. His dad died
when he was about 5. My dad had to live without having a dad for a long time. When he was troubled, he had no one to comfort him. When he needed to talk to him, his dad wasn’t there. When he was baffled, he had no one to ask the question to. I can only imagine how hard this absence was for him. One time I had a craving to learn a little bit more about him, so I started asking a few questions. He seemed happy at first, but then when he started to answer the questions, I saw in his eyes filled with tears, that they were about to burst like a balloon filled with way to much air. When they finally did, I sobbed just the same because it felt like I could feel his pain and suffering.
If you have ever had any one pass away in the family that you were close to or someone that you haven’t met that you would have wanted to meet then you, too, would feel the pain. It almost feels like a part of you is missing. People always claim that things happen for a reason. Tell me, why should all of these tragedies occur? Why should people have to live through the pain that they have to go through? You probably should be changing your mind right about now on how you thought that things happened for a reason because now you figured out that you can’t even answer the question “why”. I believe that things don’t happen for a reason.
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