Why me? Well, why not?

I'm back again, sooner than anticipated due to very sad news.
I feel the need to stand in a field, in the middle of nowhere, and shout into the wind. But I live in the city and anyway, that kind of behaviour is not done with a small baby.
So this shall here forth be my "field in the middle of nowhere".
Throw on your coat and earmuffs and join me...

I know that our time here is limited. That we are mere mortals and haven't cracked the eternal-life conundrum yet. I was also aware that an acquaintance of my husband's was terminally ill, but the news of his passing has still shocked me. It does still shock, doesn't it? It still catches in the throat like a well-aimed kick. No matter how much we prepare ourselves, we must always remember that we can never really be prepared. That would involve living forever under a black cloud, carrying the awfulness of the inevitable with us at the front of the mind, rather than deep at the back where it belongs.
I feel especially like ranting, as this was a good, clean-living, hard-working, family man. He was denied life-saving treatment on the basis of age, when really he was physically much younger than his years. He would not have abused the replacement organs, but would have continued to get the most out of life.
In fact, he would have got more out of a second lease of life than most get out of one long one.

The lesson learned? That we never really know what's coming. It's not always bad, but when it is we would do well to remember that there's a balance to life, even if it's not always apparent. And that bad things happen to good people, because good things happen to good people too.
You can't have one without the other.
There. Rant over. I will no doubt feel embarrassed and may even remove this post in a bit, I just needed to let it out.

Thanks for looking in.