For months now...

For months now, I have been asking myself why did you have to die. Why? Why? Why? I couldn’t come up with any answers that satisfied me. This afternoon as I was walking down the street admiring the setting sun, I wondered whether it would be sunny, cloudy, cold, or warm tomorrow. It occurred to me then that I live with uncertainty all the time in daily life. I will never know why you were taken away from us, and I am only beginning to understand that not knowing is just a part of life. Not every “Why?” can be answered. It’s just so unfortunate that you had to die for me to figure this out.