Sunday, April 06, 2008

Shaken Faith

I am supposed to be writing about my spring break. I am supposed to be sharing all the absolutely wonderful things I did with my family this past week. I am supposed to be talking about the fantastic time we had. I am supposed to be happy.

But I am not.

Literally a minute after I stepped into my house today, returning home from vacation, I received a call. It was one of those calls that after the first sentence, you know your life will never be the same. "I have some really not okay news for you."

"C passed away in his sleep last night."

WHAT!? No. You have to be fucking kidding me, right? That's not possible. The man is 29 years old. He just got married in September. He's going to start trying to have kids with T in the fall.

No. No this isn't real. It cannot be real.

But it is. God has stolen yet another young, happy, funny human being from this Earth. Dare I say, from me. How could this be? How could this happen? And what the hell is T going to do? They were supposed to start moving into their brand new house today. The brand new house they JUST CLOSED ON LAST MONTH.

There's that damn phrase 'supposed to.'

Why? Why did this happen? What's the point, God? Seriously. Help me out here. What did he do that was so horrible that he had to be taken? What did T do? She waited all her life to find someone perfect for her. She does, and then you take him away?

Fuck this. I am so angry and so pissed and so hurt and so confused.

This was not supposed to happen. Not in a million years. Not ever.

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