Gone.(but.not).For.Ever

Death of a 16 year old boy. 16 years old. Death. Gone. For.Ever
How tragic. How utterly horrific and impossible.
I don't yet believe it. I know it happened, I just don't want to let my mind wrap itself around the whole thing. I didn't know the kid. I mean, he went to school with me and being in the same school with 100 other people, you're forced to be pretty close with everyone. So yes, we skipped skipping rope together in grade 4 or whatever, and played chicken tag, and all that, and we had talked before, nothing personal and we had zero communication the past 3 or 4 years, but a death is a death! That just means gone!
But does it really? I mean, gone yes, his spirit is no longer here with us. He's not walking the halls of Miller anymore. He will never go home to his mom and dad again, but his mom and dad will go home to him one day. He's not gone forever. Or atleast he doesn't have to be. Being in the Christian family, you're all brothers and sisters in Christ. Instead of goodbye, it's an "I'll be seeing you soon." We are all going to miss him, but it does bring comfort to think about where he is. A much better place then here on the all so confusing planet, Earth.
I heard multiple times today "I'm not very good at dealing with death." I hope no one ever has to be. Death is the hardest thing for most people, and it's confusing to know why God would let it happen. But I do think this tragic accident has touched a lof lives. It's touched mine. You know how close I'm holding my life today? And I'm trying to tell everyone I love how I feel about them. I need to do that more because you never know when your time or theirs will be.
And as long as I have the ones I love around me, nothing can be that bad. As long as I have God.
Today, 2 of my friends and I had a prayer circle in the hall. I would have never done that before this happened. This has put me on a spiritual high. It's pulling the whole school together. I just hear and see people who never ever talk, joining hands, and being there for eachother. To be that listening ear that everyone needs today.
It's sad to think about all the death I will have to deal with one day. My grandparents are getting older, my parents will eventually get old and die and I'll have to mourn every one of them. It's scary to think about. This gives me a huge reality check that we're nowhere close to invinsible.
Bad things happen.
I feel horrible for the family of that 16 year old boy. The parents were at our school today, and you wouldn't believe it. They weren't even crying. Maybe it hasn't hit them yet, but I'm thinking the actual truth is that God is huge in their lives right now. More then ever before. They're excepting it, and knowing they'll see their boy again someday. I can't believe this has happened though, yet. I don't think I will for a long time. I gotta let it sink in first...