I don't think I've ever lost anyone really dear to me, until today. 

The news struck me several hours ago. I don't know if I should be letting on the full details here because her family hasn't publicly announced her death yet. But I thought this little summary should suffice:


Two years ago, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. The next six-seven months were hell for her, but she eventually defeated the cancer and everything was fine again, until about six-seven months ago. The cancer came back so suddenly, taking everyone by shock. As the months went by, the cancer spread to other parts of her body. It was eating her up from the inside, sucking the energy from her and eventually, her life.


Sometimes, you ask questions that you don't want to know the answers to. Like, "Why did God have to take her life? Why didn't He heal her?"

You realize these questions won't get you anywhere. They can't take you forward. They only push you deeper into the past - a past you need to grow from. And these are questions that we will never be able to understand.

It's hard to stay strong for the family when you're grieving too.