This is the second time this year I have written about the death of someone young. I hate that. This one will not be long because frankly I am at a loss for words. I think I will try and discuss the reason why we thirty and forty somethings react to such deaths the way we do. It's simple really. We all have that feeling lurking inside of us that we are still 10 feet tall and bulletproof like we were in our teens and twenties. Sure the grief is there because of the loss of a friend and a loved one but there is a knawing feeling down in the pits of our stomach. "Damn, he or she was the same age as me." Or, "Good Lord, he was so young!" Trite as it may seem to some, when the Lord calls you home, age doesn't matter. It is hard to understand why God takes some of our loved ones. It is not in our power to understand all of God's works. I am not trying to come across as preachy. I was raised up in the church but the good Lord knows I am no saint. BUT, I am a believer in the fact that the Lord has prepared us a paradise and Brian, Danny, Cory, and all the other ones who have been taken from us just as their lives got started, are there waiting on us. We'll all be reunited with them whether it be tomorrow or 40 more years from now. When we all got together last Thursday night, it was like all of us had just talked a couple of days before, not twenty something years ago. Time seems to cure all ills as well because you are happy to see that person even though they may have made your life a living hell way back when. People may think I am strange sometimes when I tell them I love them. Well, sorry that is just the way it is. I love the fact that you are still in my life after all these years even if the only time we get to talk is on this newfangled computer facebooky thang. I love the fact that we can talk all about the way back when's until we're blue in the face. I love the fact that when one of us is hurting and going through immortal hell, 99.676% of us are gonna be there with at least a comforting note or embrace. That is what I have seen the past few days. I am sure this is not unique to the small little community of Seneca and the surrounding areas. I am more sure of the fact that I am so happy to be from this little small community because there is really love here! Let's keep it flowing to these families, our families, in this time of turmoil. Another two young loved ones, gone too soon.
T. Scott Sanders
12/27/2010
