I'm tired, and sad.
A friend of mine that I was close with at one point died last week in a plane crash. They have no idea what happened. The plane just went down. I don't know, it's just awful, and I don't understand it. How can people so young, full of life, and on fire for God just be gone like that? In an instant he passed away. It doesn't make any sense.

He will be missed by so many people.
R.I.P. Luke Sheets

A man dies.
Does anybody miss him?
Is he suppose to be forever alone, even into death?
That hardly seems fair. And what does he have to show for his life?
Did he leave a legacy?
Why do we have to live? So that we can die?
Life. A strange concept when it comes to such early demise.
So much left, yet all of it gone.
Slipped through like the sands of an hour glass.
Not even to go into someone else's hour glass.
Just to sit there, useless, needed by so many, yet wasting away.
I guess that that is what is meant by "life's not fair."