Normally, when I need an answer to something, I "google" it. Life has been throwing a lot of questions at me lately that Google and a well cited Wikipedia page cannot help me with. The historian in me wants answers to everything. It's almost painful when someone throws me a question I can't solve.
A year ago a friend of my family was killed in the war by someone on our side. A few weeks ago one of the most beautiful families I know lost their mother to cancer. Yesterday my best friend's sister woke to a dead husband. Today we learned that a little boy in second grade my friend is very close to has lost his battle with cancer, and isn't expected to make it to Christmas.
The whole "why does God let bad things happen to good people" thing was never an issue with me. I have such faith that everything happens for a reason and like it is supposed to. Sometimes sad things happen but it's ok because it is part of the plan. I know all of these people have gone on to or will go on to things so much better than anything I can imagine, I'm not worried about them. But the people left here, that is what is unfair. The parents without their sons, the children without their mother, the wife without her husband.
The whole good people and bad things question feels really relevant right now.