Life comes and goes. For some of us it lasts a long time, and for the unfortunate others it is taken away from us much too early. No one knows when, but we all ask why? It’s the hardest thing to grasp your mind around, not being able to control or even slightly understand. Growing up with, caring for, being around, and laughing with, then one day it can all just be over and your left with only memories. So much you want to talk about and you don’t get the chance, so much you want them back but you can’t, so much you want more of those memories. Is there heaven or hell when drugs are involved with his death when they were trying to straighten up? Or could it just be the end, with nothing left for you at all? Your faith determines your reaction. That’s all I have to keep me from asking too many questions, wondering so much, letting the grieving take over completely. It hurts so badly to let go, but moving on isn’t forgetting. We all know that everyone around us will one day die, but it’s such a shock, such a heartache. What do you do, how do you deal? You want to show your respects and yet you can dwell on it. You just have to trust in higher power that everything is for the better. Maybe he was chosen to be an example, maybe he was given the opportunity to be taken away from his temptations since he was trying to be better. Still so many questions, still no assuring answers.