Death is Knocking.

    People die. It's inevitable. So why do people get so upset about it? I understand that it is hard to lose someone so young, but why do I not feel upset like everyone else. I care. But I don't even know what to say when someone tells me news like that. My junior year prom date, who was a year younger than me, is dead. Gone. Ill never bump into him on the street on a visit home. His family will never get to take another family portrait. His smile will never be seen on Facebook. He will never graduate college or get married or have kids. 

     At times I think about these things and that makes me sad. There is so much evil in the world. So much bad. Why him? He did so much good for the world. He went on mission trips, volunteered, took lonely, nerdy girls to prom, and always had an upbeat attitude. Why him and not me? I do none of those things. I have done nothing but fail since what seems like forever. Why is someone so good and so loved taken but someone like me who is worthless left here to rot. 

Maybe earth, this place is our punishment. Or maybe he just simply lived enough. He probably lived more in his short life than some will in 80 years. 

    Ill miss him. So will his friends and family. But for his friends he will become nothing but a memory, a hazy one at best.  For his family the agony will last forever. Doesn't seem fair does it? I hope we are reunited with our loves ones someday. Then at least his family will finally be at peace. 

RIP J.