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I will be the first to tell you that I have no answers to life's unanswerable questions. Bad things happen
to good people. Nothing can stop the pain and confusion when we come face-to-face with senseless, unspeakable loss.
My best friend died at the age of thirty-two from a rare form of breast cancer, leaving two small boys without a mother.
No one wanted to live more than she. My friend tried every known treatment, from radical surgery and chemotherapy to herbal
remedies and hands-on healing. Her catastrophic disease was not cured and she died peacefully in her sleep eight months after
being diagnosed with cancer. My prayer is that she died cradled in the loving arms of her Creator.
It seemed so
cruel to leave children, ages two and five, without a mother. How could a loving God let this happen? The suggestion by some
that I was supposed to "learn something" from this tragedy was offensive to me. To learn from grief felt like I
was giving my approval for the death of my best friend.
Over time, my grief has taught me compassion for the suffering
of others. I have come to believe that the God of my understanding shares in our sorrow, and cries with us, as we struggle
to comprehend the incomprehensible. But sometimes, because we are human, we cannot soar high enough to see any grander plan--and
we are left to wonder why. Go to next
page: All the Wrong Places
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