Bad things happen to good people

Last week the best man from our wedding experienced loss like I could never imagine. On Wednesday we got a call that his wife had died. At first my husband didn't believe me, he had just seen the couple that weekend, at which time Robert (our best man) told him that his father's cancer was spreading and wasn't expected to live throughout the week. Therefore, when I told my husband about Robert's wife he thought for sure I had heard wrong. Unfortunately, I hadn't. It was the day after Robert's wife died so unexpectedly, that his father passed on. We attended the funeral on Saturday and did what we could to let Robert know we were thinking of him, in which he told us that he was later going to his in-law's wedding anniversary party later. So in other words they buried their daughter on their wedding anniversary. All you can think after hearing all of this is why do bad things happen to good people?

I do believe that sometimes things happen for a reason. Sometimes. Other times they just don't make any sense to me. I believe in the power of three (whatever you do comes back to you three fold). Somethings in my life I can say, well, my stubborn child is payback for not being stricter or for giving my parents such a rough time. I can honestly say there are some people in my life that I have thought, "Oh they got sick for this reason," but there are others who I can find no way to justify what they are going through.

I don't know if God is trying to teach us humility, or how to come together in time of tragedy, how to be good neighbors or what. But this past year especially has been very trying on my mind. I have known at least three people fighting some type of cancer, two of them have been fighting it for many years. All people that I find good natured and surrounded by good hearted people. I unfortunately know at least three people who have lost their babies in the past year. That will really play with someone's head too, for a parent should never have to bury a child. But what do you do? You learn to cope, because that's the only thing you can do.

This is one of life's hardest lessons to learn and to teach. My daughter has had a hard time learning about funerals or why someone is sick and other people aren't. I know God has a plan, sometimes I wish I knew what it was, and sometimes I'm very thankful I don't, but most of all I just wish I knew why bad things happen to good people.

If we do learn anything about it, I hope it's that we're all supposed to pull together in times of need and be good neighbors. It's sad that we have to be taught in that way, but maybe that's what it takes is a dose of humility for some of us.