We wonder if it was worth it to love so hard when we hurt so badly having lost what we love, but I feel that deep down we know that it was worth it.
We just wonder why it is ever taken away from us, and why some people and not others. That sometimes we try to console ourselves that there’s a rhyme or reason, and that someday we will understand.
But maybe we won’t. Maybe there is no rhyme or reason. Maybe there is just pain and heartache because the world can be cruel, but the only life worth living is one in which we have loved fully and deeply, even if it means we might lose that love.
Maybe it’s to open doors for more love elsewhere, but even that doesn’t seem fair in the moment.
It could very well happen to me. Sometimes it’s a matter of when, but living life without fear that it will. Just living, and loving, and knowing we are not invincible to the phone call, or the accident that could change our lives forever; knowing this, and cherishing what time we have.
It seems strange that nature goes on as if nothing happened. That the next day it is sunny, snow is melting, and the world moves on whether we are grieving or celebrating. It doesn’t seem to care.
I watch the icicles drip, and grieve for those who have lost.