on a day like any other
it is strange how, whenever there is a tradgedy in my life, it irritates me to see that the world keeps on turning. people joke and laugh and enjoy life because to them, today is a day just like every other...but not for everyone...while they are laughing and playing a woman is mourning. she has just lost her son and her world is radically changed forever... but for everyone else...it's just another day. that just doesn't seem right to me but you know...thats life. last wednesday paul sharp was hiking at yosemite and he fell off a cliff and was killed. i have never really known someone my age who has died. it is the weirdest thing. last summer i was working along side him at camp, and now he is dead. i think that he was a christian and for that I am inexpressibly greatful. death really is a strange thing. Paul's name doesn't even sound the same any more...there is a sort of emptiness or blankness that accompanies his name every time i hear it now...it seems to echo. part of me feels guilty if i catch myself laughing or having a good time because i know that his family and closer friends are deeply grieving. he was so young...18...i guess this is when i must trust even when i do not understand because there is no such thing as dying before your time...