The Best People Go Too Soon
A friend of my sisters, and someone I haven’t spoken to in more than a decade, just lost their mom this week. It came as a shock to the family and to everyone that knew them. She had been a Methodist Minister in my hometown and everyone adored her.
Even though I haven’t seen or spoken to her in more than 10 years, I’ll always remember how kind she was to me when there was little indication I was a good person. It’s easy to be genial to happy and solid people, but I was an asshole in high school, and she somehow saw past that teenage anger to whatever is good in me.
I don’t know why this is so hard to comprehend, but the suddenness of her death led to such an intense sadness for her family. She was a charitable and tolerant person, and to have her abruptly taken from this corporeal plane seems unfair and unjust. I wish I had stayed in contact with her daughter, so I could have told her all this.
I’m sure she’s looking down from Heaven aching to relieve her family and friends of the suffering they’re experiencing right now. That’s the type of person she was when I interacted with her: selfless and kind. She will be missed by many, and I wish God or whatever omnipotent being controls such matters had taken someone else. But she would have never wanted that.
She is probably leafing through some informational pamphlets from God about Angel duties right now, but she’s already had the job for a while in my mind.
She will be missed by all—even someone that hadn’t seen her in a long time.
