God

I talked to someone today. A fellow ... I don't know what the word for us is. Widow/widower is a census label. It connotates the inevitable result of a full life. The loss of a spouse in your 60's/70's/80's seems natural if no less painful. And in that case the label fits. But who are we that lost are loved ones before THEIR time? We don't grieve for ourselves. We grieve for them. It was not natural for their lives to be taken before their time. Either suddenly or slowly it doesn't matter. Self induced or not. They were beautiful people and God took them before... before he had a right to.

And we are angry. And we are self-righteous. My fellow "?" reminded me that it wasn't God that took them. That it was our world. Environmental carcinogens. Addictions nurtured by crappy childhoods or natural predilections. Bad luck or lousy drivers.... etc. etc. etc. Our fates were sealed in the Garden of Eden. No good without bad. No yin without yang. Millions ... billions have suffered in human history. Children suffer through out the world, in our cities, next door. It could be worse. Or so the rationalization goes.

But that doesn't suffice. And so we reserve the right, in our belated beloved's honor, to be mad at God for as long as we want. God, will just have to deal with that.