Why?

WHY?

Tommy and I just got back from an absolutely fabulous weekend away...it was the first time we have ever been away from our boys and I won't lie, I cried for a good portion of the drive but we had a really great time and the boys were in good hands.Everything turned out fine. Today I had planned to post all about our weekend. What we did. What we saw. How we spent our time but that has since changed. Instead, I find myself asking why?! Does this ever happen to you? WHY? Why do good things happen to some people and not others?

While we were gone a guy that went to our high school was murdered. I didn't know this man personally, in fact I graduated before he was even in high school, but my sister went to school with him. Friends of friends went to school with him and from what everyone says, he was one of those really sweet, kind, caring, popular guys. He played sports and everyone liked him. He taught second grade. He was trying to break up an argument in a bar and he was stabbed. WHY?

There was a serious car accident in a town close to ours over the weekend as well. Nine high school girls in an SUV. The driver lost control of her car. Three of the girls died, the rest are in critical condition in the hospital. They weren't drinking or doing drugs. They just lost control of the car. WHY?

A friend of mine lost a child when he was only six months old. WHY?
I don't understand WHY things like this happen to good people.

I woke up this morning feeling totally exhausted and was dragging my feet to get out the door to a job that I don't love.  Grayson didn't sleep well last night. I'm sure this is because he hasn't been home for a couple of nights so it's going to take him some time to adjust back to his normal routine, which is fine. Meanwhile it just means we won't be getting much sleep. I woke up crabby. But then you hear about things like this and it really sort of puts life into perspective. Life can be taken from you so fast. In the blink of an eye. So, where do I get off complaining about a crummy nights sleep or a job that I don't love anymore? It makes everything that at one moment seemed like such a big deal, not such a big deal anymore. As I sit here typing this, I just want to cry. I want to cry for these families. I want to cry because I'm so thankful that I get to SEE this day. I want to cry because I feel terrible about how selfish I can sometimes be. I just wish it didn't take hearing things like this to make me realize how lucky I really am.


WHY?