This month my cousin unexpectedly lost her husband. He was young. She has two young kids that she'll have to raise without him - a tragedy.
When tragedies hit close enough to home, they stir all kinds of thoughts and emotions. I believe in God, heaven, and that things happen for a reason. Maybe it makes me weak, but I still can't help feeling overwhelming heartbreak for a young widow and her two children. Death doesn't scare me or upset me nearly as much as being on the other side of it does.
The answer, I doubt I'll know in this lifetime. The question is "why?"
Inspired by anyone who has ever struggled with being left behind, this is my reflection:
The perfect life, we had it all.
A perfect future was in store.
But now I'm trying to make sense of what this all is for.
We had so many hopes and dreams,
To watch it all just be wiped clean,
I can't go on, the way it seems.
My world is crashing down on me.
I know you're somewhere better now.
I've so much left to figure out.
I'm sure you're shining down on me,
but it's just not the same.
If I could hold you just once more...
Instead I'm lying here on the floor.
Every day feels like a war
that I might lose without you.
I'm counting days like counting sheep.
My heart and soul have gone to sleep.
And selfish as it all may seem,
well, you were everything to me.
The perfect life I used to dream
has left with you and just left me.
Now I'm left to make believe
there's someone left for me to be.
Afraid of what might be in store
A sad reminder it's no more
Just the pieces left of me
There's nothing left for them to see.