A couple of days ago I found out that one of my old middle school friends is now a widow. Her husband died on duty in Afghanistan. He was only 24. I have not spoken to this girl for years and years, but for some reason I was devastated. When I found out, I started crying and my tears surprised me. Usually when I'm so far removed from a situation their grief doesn't impact so deeply, but this time it did.
I think it's connected to the fact that Eve's death still seems so fresh to me. At times I still can't believe that somebody I saw and talked to almost everyday was murdered. And she was so young. I made the mistake of reading the latest new reports about her last hours and how she died. Death is starting to hit very close to home. People my age are dying. People I know are dying. People who have a full life ahead of them are dying.
And it makes me think, that coulda been me. It makes me think, if I was to leave this earth today would my life have mattered. It kinda spurs me to action.....it makes me wanna really live. Like I want to get to the end of every day and think I made a difference for the Lord today....I have fought the good fight...I have kept the faith. And if I'm honest with myself, I can't say that right now.
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