A week ago, I was at the scene of a fatal accident where I saw the victim laid lifeless on the road. There was nothing I could do to undo the accident. There was nothing I could do to help with the situation. The whole incident happened and ended before I reached the scene. I couldn't even contribute as a witness because what the police saw is exactly what I had seen.
Many times when I felt I am invincible, God reminds me that I am powerless in times like this. That I can remain safe and sound not by my own merit but solely by His grace. It humbles me, puts me to my place. I am only human, I am not Superman.
Death is most painful not to the one who died but to the ones who lost a loved one. There is nothing romantic about it, loss of a loved one is always painful. It is painful even if it is just an abandonment, let alone death.
Yet, sorrow cannot power our lives. Grief must end, one way or another. And hope is all that we have to live for another day in our fragile physical bodies. Lest our ego blinds us to think we are immortal, we shall not tempt fate.