Tragedy.

My history teacher, who was supposed to get married in three months, lost her fiance last night. They got into an arguement, he took back his ring. He drove home, called her, and shot himself while still on the phone with her.

She called 911, but it was too late. He had been on antidepressants since he got back from Iraq.
Her life is gone. Her plans? Gone. All the things she was banking on have dissapeared within one night.

It makes me think. These things, these tragedies. These impossible catastrophies..they happen. And people are expected to live the next day just like they'd lived the one before. Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it, to build up relationships when there is no certainty at all of them lasting.

Then I think some more. And if not for relationships..with people, with God, then what's the point entirely? There is no point. Life in all its entirety is worthless if not for relationships built in its span. To be alone would be t that he worst thing in the world.
I'm sure my teacher feels alone. But she isn't. There are people that love her, that are holding her hand. And there's the silver lining in the darkness of life.

Friends. The hopes that God gives us for another day. When life screws you, friends pick you up off of the ground, and tell you you can keep going. So you do. They don't give you a choice.