Too young to die?

Who are we to dictate when our time here is up? We're not, but we certainly like trying to be in control of it.

At the very least, parents expect their children to outlive them. That has not been the case for too many of my friend's parents...friends who never made it to 25. Whether it is years or just days after the death of their precious child, there remains that same look in their eyes that will never leave. Some find peace and joy in Christ, while others find their loss reason to be angry with and turn from their faith. Whatever it is, we turn to the eternal on our knees with our arms extended in helplessness begging for answers that even if we received, would still never satisfy our desire for understanding.

"A heart of gold stopped beating

to shiny eyes at rest.

God broke our hearts to prove,

He only takes the best.

Everyday we have needed you,

Everyday we have cried,

If love could have saved you,

You never would have died.

I think of you in silence,

And make no outward show,

But what it meant to lose you,

No one will ever know.

To the grave we travel,

Our flowers are placed with care,

No one knows the heartache

as we turn and leave you there.

To some you are forgotten,

to others just part of the past,

But to us that loved you,

your memories with always last."