I woke up at 5:30, extra early because of a bad dream ... a little 'Damien' type character was being a pest. Toddled out to the dining room, started checking my mail, and went to Facebook.
I just started into a round of Bejeweled Blitz when one of my GI buddies popped up. He was upset because he ran into someone he believes was responsible for his brother's death. He was all wound up and I was not awake, so there was probably a lot missed in that chat, but now I am filled with sadness for a kid that I don't know, and one I do. When we were done, I did a little bit of googling, and found his brother's obit, his military promotion notices, and his gaming scores. His gaming scores.
Oh God.
This war veteran did not die of some jihad or a roadside ambush. He died in Michigan, of unpunished blunt force trauma. No alcohol in his system, thankyouverymuch.
I don't think it's right when people significantly younger than I am die. It's like they are jumping line; it's just not natural. Every so often, this reaches out and slaps me when I am being a whiney baby. I must not be done with God's list of things to do yet; I have not completed all my functions. I could use a little guidance.
Perhaps I need to be less of a whiner, and more of a prayer. God, can you help me with that? I don't know how to help my friend. I wish I did.
