I hate dreaming about pain and death. I couldn't shake this horrible dream this morning. I won't try to explain it too much--my dreams are always vivid and detailed and confusing. Basically, these people had taken over and massacres were happening. I don't know if they were terrorists or an 80's rock band, it was that weird. But when I woke up I still felt like crying that I had been in my dream. I only slept about 4 hours-- up early to help Mom pack up her classroom. A hot shower and blasting Copeland helped a little, but I didn't fully shake it until I got to her school and occupied my mind with organizing.
But worse than bad dreams is waking up and seeing death affecting those around you. Especially when the news comes so suddenly, in the midst of a celebratory moment. I got my driver's license today, finally. Surgery at 16 had put me out for 2 years and then I got so caught up in life I just now took the test for the first time. Dad and I went to Chik-fil-a for a milkshake to celebrate and I called Mom to tell her the good news, and thats when she told me the news she had just heard.
A Coach and friend took his life today. He was loved by everyone in our community. He taught my brothers pee wee baseball way back when, his wife was my first grade teacher, and he coached at my high school my 9th and 10th grade years before he switched to a different school down the road. Several months back, perhaps over a year, he got in a severe car accident he probably shouldn't have lived through. His family has been trying so hard to help him recover, and he'd been back at work, though it might have been too early. He was still weak (and he had been such an athletic man before) and in a lot of pain. But no one was expecting this. He gave out diplomas at graduation on Saturday. Apparently he went to work this morning - the last day of post planning - and came home during his lunch break, where he tied a brick around his neck in their pool.
I can't believe it. Mom was crying all afternoon. So many of us are keeping the family in our prayers-- I can't imagine what they're going through, after all they had already been through this year.
And I don't understand it. I know everyone always says that, because these sort of things never make sense. But I don't see how God is in this, why He would let Satan win to that degree. I've thought a lot about this, even before this happened. What happened to the promise that God won't put His children through trials beyond what they can bear? How do suicides fit into that? I don't know. It's something that hits close to home, and I can't figure it out.
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