Reasons Why

Far too many young souls from my home have been taken throughout the past few years. Car accidents, suicides, cancer. Everyone from this precious town has become intimately familiar with grief.  I wasn't close friends with any of them, but it's the kind of thing a whole community feels.

The people taken all have all had one thing in common, hearts of gold. Every soul taken was kind, beyond human expectation.  Everyone says only the good die young but in my experience, only the flawless die young. These people weren't just good, they were thee most compassionate in the room, always.  Always smiling, always lifting others up, every single one of them.

The last one struck me especially hard. Not because I knew him particularly well, but because it didn't make sense.  The kid was 23, an athlete all his life and he died of pneumonia. That just pisses me off. What the fuck.  Young, healthy people are able to fight off infections, they die from car accidents or overdoes, not fucking pneumonia.  

I don't know exactly where the lines of truth lie, but I can no longer believe it is coincidence that all these young deaths had hearts of gold. Maybe they were angels all along,  just being lent to us.  Maybe they had already spread enough light here and their goodness was needed elsewhere.I don't know exactly, but know young, healthy people don't die of pneumonia, there is a reason for it. 

I guess I can just be thankful I was raised in a city of angels.

Rest in peace.
Praying for your families.