My boyfriend’s sister died today. She was a good woman, she was brave woman, one of the strongest people I’ve ever known. I am not ready to change tenses. No one is. I don’t understand. To quote one of Simon Van Booy’s stories, I want to feel it somehow happened like that because things happen for a reason. I want to believe this more than anything because if it were just an accident, then God must have died before he could finish the world.
I’m sorry, but I still don’t understand.