We here in our Montana community are reeling over a recent loss. Yesterday a tragic event occurred- one I have never been witness to. A young man died while doing what he loved. Flying. He was thirty-one. My age. One minute he was there and the next he was gone. I didn't know him personally, but his life has impacted my family and community.
I remember the words to a song from years ago. Sung by Amy Grant.
So much pain and no good reason why,
you've cried until the tears run dry.
Nothing here can make you understand,
the one thing that you held so dear,
is slipping from your hand.
Why, why, why
does it go this way?
Why, why, why,
is all I can say.
Somewhere down the road
there'll be answers to our questions.
Somewhere down the road,
though you cannot see it now.
Somewhere down the road you will find open arms,
they're reaching for you.
They will hold the answers at the end of the road.
It seems trite to limit this occasion to a song.
Why should I write about this occurrence when they're so much pain going on in the world? I guess for once in my life the outside world intruded on mine.
I pray for the young man's family. For the one's who won't see him again. I imagine it being me that has to hear the news. I pray that his family finds comfort. I pray that their world will stop and mourn with them.
