Last thoughts

I keep thinking back to what your last thoughts were. To what went through your mind as you stepped onto the highway and got hit.

I don’t think there are the right words or thoughts to have had, and of course, it doesn’t make a difference any more to anyone, but somehow I can’t stop wondering.

Do you think that we all would have done something differently had we known that it would be the last time we saw you alive? Would YOU have done something differently in those last hours, or even your entire life, if you had known that at 21, you would be gone?

There is something about death that makes it so ironic.

That death is the one thing that you realize will never be fair. It doesn’t pick and choose the ‘worthy’ to die. Bad things happen to good people. Good things happen to bad people. And there’s no merit based system to determine who dies. You simply die. One way or another. Because death doesn’t pick and choose.

Yet. At the same time that death is unfair, it’s also actually the most fair. It is the great equalizer of life. The one thing reminding us, that no matter who we are in life- in the face of death however, we are all equal before him.

You cannot escape death, no matter how you try, and so perhaps then, by that virtue, death is the most fairest to us all.

Ironic then, isn’t it?

Does it make us more hungry to live more fully each day, or do we give up because we know our existence could mean nothing tomorrow?