Someone I called friend, died a few days ago. He was a man who touched others by his mere presence. He was a good man. He was an honourable man. I am hurt, I am angry and I am sad. I am sad for myself and for his family and the many, many friends he leaves behind. I am hurt by the suddenness and I am angered by the senselessness.
But it happened. Bad things happen to good people. And good things happen to bad people. Why? Well . . . why not?
Life is not a balance sheet: If you do X you will receive Y. No. Life is a series of accidents that together form a life, your life. And there are no guarantees in life. Each one of your actions will cause a reaction that will (hopefully) be both pleasing and beneficial, allowing you to live your life to the fullest. Oh, there will be setbacks and stumbling blocks that you will have to face throughout your life. How you deal with them will help to form your character.
Your life will impact others every day. It will intersect with others and how you treat them could heavily impact them as well as you. A perfect stranger smiled at me today and it lifted my spirits for a moment. I needed that. I need to remember that. My friend would understand. He had such a generosity of spirit, of giving. I need to do that. I need to forgive and place him gently in my heart and my memories where he will continue to counsel me. My friend.
He was a good man. He is sorely missed.