Jun 14, 2010 21:33
Attended my second funeral in two months today. The first one the officer was killed in the line of duty and today the officer died of a heart attack. But he put up one hell of a fight to not go gentle into the night. Pronounced dead for a full twenty-two minutes and then resuscitated and not sustain any brain damage. You can not tell me that God does not exist but in the end (almost two weeks later) it was time. This time last year we had another officer die of a massive heart attack after arriving home from work to be found by his young daughter. A moment of reflection and I've attended three funerals in the last year and a half. :sighs:
I don't know where I'm going with this but it's on my mind and I'm struggling at the moment to deal with it....
I wrote this on May 8 when the officer was killed in the line of duty. I knew him, I had worked with him, I had laughed and joked with him. I never thought I would be able to say I knew someone who was killed in the line of duty this early in my career.
A bullet has no name and you may never hit your intended target but you will always hit something. That part is certain and there is a saying "guns do not kill people, people kill people". If you are a believer you will accept the events as they are because there is some design to this thing we call life. Our days are numbered so live them well. But it does always appear the good are taken too soon while the bad go on living a life. I would personalize and call it "living their life" but that would not be accurate. If they were truly appreciating the life that has been granted then they would not be causing hell in everyone else's.