No Reason

I am feeling sad these days. My cousin’s new husband was hit by a truck a few months ago in a hit-and-run. He was injured severely, and when he was being operated on, he had a stroke. It left him without the ability to speak or to walk. They had just had their first baby…and I cannot tell you how much my heart hurts for them. His name is Alex, by the way, and he is one amazing man. 


Anyway, he and my cousin have temporarily moved to Chicago, so that he can be in one of the best rehab centers in the country. I am in total shock still that this happened to him. It breaks my heart to know that they are suffering. 

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how some people seem to have good luck, and others not just bad, but horrific. I’m not sure I can fathom a reason for it. It makes no sense to me that good people often suffer while bad people don’t. I know that some people say it’s God’s will…but I still don’t get it. This summer was hell for my family: I guess I just wish it was all for a reason.