Yesterday morning, my friend lost her husband to stomach cancer. He was 40 years old. He leaves behind 2 children, a 4 year old girl and a 7 month old boy. I knew the call was coming, but hated that it came.
The obituary says he died peacefully. No yelling. No crying. I suppose that will come after, or perhaps now.
I'm attending the wake tomorrow but wanted to see him again as I knew him, before the cancer changed the face, the man I knew. I went on his facebook page this morning, and I wept. So young. So strong. So handsome. So inexplicable.
I've exhausted my ability to make sense of such a senseless death. I'm tired of searching for a plausible reason those children have no father, my friend no husband. I want to say he's in God's hands now, at rest, at peace. I want to say everything happens for a reason. I want to say it's all a bad dream, a nightmare. But I can't.