A close friend of mine lost his younger brother to a brain anuerysm on Thursday. He was only 20 (maybe 21).
I am reading Harold Kuchner's To Life for my multifaith chaplaincy class and all I can think about is sitting next to an old friend, saying Kaddish for her father, and wondering  where in the great mess that tragedy leaves behind God's ( Read more... )

My grandpa died about 3 hours ago.

I don't really know what else to say.

I feel quiet and sad and lonely and heavy.

At least, there is no more suffering.