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DEATH’S DESIGN:

There is something I’ve been thinking about lately.  I know I’ve had some passing thoughts on the whole Grim Reaper, lost ghost thing in the last few months but now I’m starting to wonder; does death really have a design?  Kind of like “Final Destination” but not in the thought that we are killed in a certain order.  More like maybe there is a reason why we go out in a specific way, at the end of our days.

Now, I do know that things sometimes happen out of the blue without a reason.  Murders, cancer, terrorist attacks etc.  I think that is the human intervention messing up our final destination design or life plan. Which is an unforgivable offense.

And truly,  I can’t say for a fact that we all are pre-ordained with an exact mission in life or have our demise written in stone.  Especially when the wrong thing happens too soon or too unexpectedly.  Maybe sometimes ghosts linger or are trapped, not because some higher power (whatever your deity beliefs or lack thereof), and not because the Grim Reaper forgot about them; but because some tragic unfortunate instance took people too early, out of the cycle. 

Granted, not everyone becomes a ghost when life is cut short or untimely. There’s no evidence to support any theory beyond all shadow’s of doubt, when it comes to ghosts or the meaning of life and death.  Be that as it may, untimely deaths to us, might have been the right time according to when we should pass (by another order) that we don’t understand.  It’s really nothing we’ll ever know for a fact. But my guess is that suicide and murder are not in the design at all.  Hence being cardinal sins in “basically” all religious beliefs across the world. Those rules don’t appear to be just polite suggestions, but maybe they are divine laws that have been set forth practically before man could even write. Possibly, for good reasons that relate to the life cycle and afterlife.

One thought that lingers now though, is the passage “as you sow, so shall you reap.”  Why am I thinking about this, you might ask?  It’s because of some events I’ve been milling over recently about loss.  Maybe the one thing, the one best moment of our lives, what we live for; is supposed to be the same thing that kills us?  What do you think?

1) Not too long ago a friend of mine died.  He worked in a dangerous career field for his profession, but that WAS NOT what he lived for.  He lived to work on cars and motorcycles, as a great hobby.  Anyhow, he was such a kind person and must have had a guardian angle to not get shot in the line of his work (which he was very good at but had a lot of close calls).  Anyways after all that luck and close to retirement, BAM, he gets killed on his motorcycle.

--He lived for that bike.  Did he also die on it because it was his one joyful moment in life, what he favored most?

2) A relative of mine lived for his house.  He loved his house more then his children and wife and job.  More than anything.  Turns out, he died in the house of “natural causes.” Unexpectedly I might add.

3) Several people realize what it’s like to know and care about a drug addict too.  If that is there only joy in life, is that not usually the same way they eventually meet their demise? By overdose?

4) Another good friend loved his car.  Loved his car more then anything and had the best times of his life, driving cars.  At an early age, he dies in his favorite one.

5) I knew someone that was overly emotional.  Some say he had a big heart.  Other’s say his heart was filled with rage.  Either way, his heart always ruled his actions.  You guessed it..........he died of a heart attack with no warning.

6) Also knew a woodsman in passing.  He loved canoeing, loved hunting, loved the outside and really enjoyed his brief escapes to being alone.  Guess what?  He died way out in the woods (alone) after his canoe tipped over in the river.  He drowned.

7) Another relative of mine liked to travel.  She worked very hard to raise a large family.  Never got a chance to see another city until in her very late ages.  Only got out a few times in her life as she never really had money or time for vacation because she was busy raising family and working the only way people could, back in the day.  Healthy as a horse and a kind woman.  On her third, very long awaited vacation with relatives to another state; she dropped dead of a heart attack in that strange city.  Gone before she hit the floor.

8) Relative #7 mentioned above’s husband also was a salt of the land worker.  The only release he ever found and enjoyment he ever got, was the few rare times he could rest.  When he got older and the kid’s were raised he started to sleep a lot.  Died sleeping in a coma.

Again, I’m not saying for a fact there is a design.  Plenty of things don’t make sense when people are afflicted with diseases (and they’re good people).  Nobody deserves to get murdered either (and that is unexpected and not part of the design).  But is there a design, in the smallest sense?  Have you ever thought about the possibility?

Again, I don’t mean diseases (like cancer or babies born sick) are contracted for a reason or that people suffer because of their actions, but I just want people to think about this for a minute and wonder if anyone else has noticed a slight pattern too?