God knows

February 2008 will be a month that I will look back on in five to ten years and be able to pinpoint the day when things started to change. My nephew passed away on February 24 2008, my dad's fifty-ninth birthday. I can't even begin to fathom what my sister and my brother-in-law are going through right now. I can only pray that they will find strength to carry on.

I hadn't prayed seriously in years but on my way to the hospital that night I prayed. I was praying that it wasn't true, that my nephew was going to make it. I was praying that this was a dream, that it wasn't real. I was praying to God, who I hadn't talked to in a long time that He wouldn't do this to my sister who had devoted her life to Him, her and her husband.

God knows. Joseph Heller wrote a book with this title. God knows, why. It's been less than forty-eight hours since my nephew passed and these questions are being asked. Why did he die? What was it for? God knows. Is that supposed to be comforting? What a cold empty answer. There is no satisfaction in that answer, only emptiness. Only the quiet voice of modern day God. They say God doesn't change but there was a time when God spoke to people, maybe if He would speak to one of us this answer would be of some comfort. But we live in a time where we haven't heard God's voice for two thousand years. God knows, and I guess all will be made known when it's our time to go, only to leave others behind with the same question and the same answer.

For now I'm not going to look for an answer because the only one out there leaves me with more questions...